C447 They Negotiated with Faang Kui and Wu Sheng

The next day, the midday sun blazed fiercely, making it impossible to keep your eyes open. The leaves hung limply on the trees, parched from the intense heat, adding to the oppressive atmosphere. The ground felt like a steaming oven, and not a single person was in sight on the streets.

And who could blame them? In this kind of weather, the air conditioning was a lifeline