Xinghai City.
Underground district.
Unlike the high-rise buildings above, with their graceful pavilions and towers filled with floating Immortal energy.
The underground streets here were dirty and dilapidated.
The surrounding walls were covered in various colored stains, mixed with marks that might be blood or urine.
The sewer pipes were even closer, constantly emitting a foul stench.
Yet, even in such filthy, smelly, and damp places, people still lived.
As Lin Xing walked down the street, he looked at the shanties not far away and casually said, "Is this the territory of the Charming Maiden Gang?"
At this moment, Ni Dazheng's consciousness had retreated into his mind, and he could only watch helplessly as Lin Xing freely controlled his body.
Of course, he was still aware of the external environment, like an onlooker watching his own actions.
