I Am Free in the Xiuxian Continent

Dark clouds are gathering, thunder and lightning are roaring, and strong winds are whistling, which seems to be a prelude to a heavy rain... Mo Binling murmured: "Am I... Going to die?" Mo Binling stood on a high-rise building, looking down at the trees below that were blown crooked by the strong wind with dull eyes. He could not see any joy or anger, but with a hint of sadness. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.