When Xiao Heng passed through the door, the view before him suddenly opened up.
It was an extremely prosperous metropolis—no, rather than a metropolis, it was more like an entire world.
Xiao Heng did not know whether what lay before him was an illusion or something else. Yet when he stepped into the city, everything felt so real: the roadside trees, the soaring eagles and small birds, and the towering, magnificent buildings.
Only one thing made it feel unreal: this enormous city was completely empty.
He wandered through the streets. The streetlights carried a fantastical air, yet flickered like neon lights.
It was dusk, and the sky had not yet fully darkened. Perhaps it had just rained; the surrounding air was somewhat damp, though not cold, merely pleasantly so.
Suddenly, he looked up. Atop a skyscraper stood a woman in a white dress. She held a long blade in her hand, her gaze cold, yet she seemed extraordinarily real.
Her waterfall-like black hair swayed gently in the touch of the breeze, and her white dress fluttered softly. Simply standing there, she was already a peerless beauty.
Yes, she was an exceptionally beautiful woman, seemingly around twenty. Her face, skin, figure, temperament—everything was just right.
Even though she merely stood there without moving, even though her expression was blank and her eyes held no ripples, none of it could conceal her peerless grace.
"Drip...!"
A drop of red liquid slid down the edge of her long blade before falling to the ground. That cold, razor-sharp weapon lent her an additional measure of peerless splendor.
Little Grass's voice sounded by his ear. Xiao Heng turned around and smiled faintly at the woman, then laughed aloud. "I've seen quite a few peerless beauties, but even among them, you could rank in the top