「Somewhere in the Eastern Mediterranean.」
A decadent-looking man walked down the street, curiously observing everything around him.
The country had just recently emerged from the ravages of war. The city was in shambles, waiting to be rebuilt, and the common people were living in hardship, their faces etched with a vacant look, devoid of hope.
Especially with the recent commotion in the Mediterranean Region, the local situation had become volatile again, with chaos brewing just beneath the surface.
'The suffering of the masses is immense, and there's so little my meager power can do. I should find a place later to listen to some pleasant sutra readings... and perhaps help the local women in need.'
Ding Huiyuan lit a cigarette and sighed wistfully, his gaze suddenly shifting to a distant point.
Though he was hundreds of kilometers away, he could still sense a streak of azure light shooting forth, as if a sharp sword were rending the sky.
