Zhao Wujiang, for some reason, felt no anxiety or worry. Instead, he felt a profound sense of peace, a quiet silence, and a deep calmness.
He truly seemed to have grown into a powerhouse who could remain completely calm even if the sky were to collapse right before his eyes.
Under the hazy moonlight, as he drew talismans while gazing up at the starry sky, an indescribable sense of absurdity arose within his heart.
Chapter 140