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It was a moonless and windy night, and the Vermillion Bird City appeared very calm.

To Martial Cultivator, whether it was day or night, it didn't really matter.

However, as a Human CLan, the habit of letting the sun set was imprinted into one's bones.

At night, other than some special places, the pill shops, weapon stores, and other such shops would not open their doors for business