[March 29, 00:30 AM]
The night is deep, and the solitary moon hangs high.
Cedar logs are long, streams murmur, and the night wind sweeps through the lush greenery, stirring the sound of pine and bamboo.
The gatekeeper of the Ancient Martial Families holds a lantern, yawns, and lazily leans against the stone lion.
The Main God World forbids players from harming each other, even if swords and knives strike, it only causes pain, not death. Standing guard seems to have lost its meaning—no one would act in the Main God World. Moreover, this is the domain of the Ancient Martial Families, who would come here to take on a steel plate?
"Quickly finish this guard duty, then go back to sleep..." The gatekeeper looks at the empty outside of the gate, drowsy. He has never seen anyone challenge the Ancient Martial Families, unless they had the courage of a bear and the heart of a leopard.
Suddenly.
