C646 Beijing view

When Zhao Mingzhe was in his previous life and in the mortal world, he had heard of the capital before.

Countless vicious, bloody heads that had already begun to rot were piled up in front of him.

Zhao Mingzhe was barely able to discern that the one on the left was the cultivator who sneaked into the Immortal World Messenger Sect that night, dead and injured.

Of course