The moon shone bright and the breeze was clear. Two bright moons hung in the night sky, while the river of stars flowed overhead.
A gentle breeze drifted in, carrying a faint fragrance. The entire city was shrouded in the ever-present scent of flowers.
"So lively," Yao Ziyan said softly.
Though it was night, Sainia remained bustling. The streets were crowded with pedestrians, and the flowers on either side bloomed in a riot of color.
Luo Chuan had no idea what to do, so he simply boarded a passing magic train with Yao Ziyan.
It had to be said that the development of magical items in this world had reached an astonishing height. They had already become closely woven into the daily lives of ordinary people.
The magic train moved at neither a fast nor slow pace. There was barely any jolting while sitting on it, and instead it gave one a drowsy feeling.
Resting his chin on his hand, Luo Chuan watched the scenery beside them recede, unable to help feeling as though he had returned to modern society.
Tasenk adjusted the mask on his face. His fingers felt its icy touch. The mask exposed only his eyes, and his gaze was calm as still water.
He examined the building before him.
It was no different from the surrounding houses. The gray-white bricks bore faint traces left by time, an utterly ordinary residence.
A faint chuckle seemed to come from beneath the mask, quickly scattering into the cool night wind.
With a creak, the weathered door was pushed open, and Tasenk walked inside.
The room was brightly lit, with no particularly notable decorations. A man dressed in black was looking down at a book.
Noticing Tasenk's arrival, he raised his head to look at him. His vertical pupils