Jinling.
This was a place that scholars and artists would come to. Ye Sheng bade farewell to the beautiful Zhou siblings and came here seven days later.
The passenger ship slowly approached the ferry. Ye Sheng stood at the bow and looked at the city. It was very beautiful, especially on the Qinhuai River. Many merchant ships were brightly lit at night, laughing and laughing.
The Great Demon King of the Void stood on Ye Sheng's shoulder.
Ye Sheng's face was a little pale. He was wearing a scholarly robe, and his footsteps were a little unsteady. His entire body seemed a little thin and weak, as if a gust of wind could blow him away.
His injuries were really very serious.
Between the Seventh Heaven of the innate realm and the initial stage of the emptiness realm, there was an eighteen transformation golden core between them. It was already considered strong that Ye Sheng was not killed at the first moment.