Automatic Purification of the Dreamland

On December 31, when Tang Qi returned to the Dreamland to investigate the Knova Branch incident, Denzel, patrolling the top floor of the Brilliant Building in Eagle's Heart District, repeatedly glanced toward the Observation Deck, where a red-haired woman was admiring Hawknest City's nightscape.

"Was it an illusion? This lady feels so familiar. I seem to have met her before?"

Denzel muttered softly, hesitating over whether to approach her. Aside from the familiar feeling that piqued his curiosity, he could not deny the fondness rising within him. After all, her appearance was truly exceptional.

Before he could act, however, his manager called him away. Tonight was New Year's Eve, a major holiday no less important than the Festival of Light. As Hawknest City's landmark building, the tower had arranged not only a New Year's Countdown, but also an incomparably lavish Fireworks Show.

As a result, the building's visitor traffic had surged to its absolute limit.

Amid the crowded throng, a handsome young man in a jacket and jeans, with flowing long hair, squeezed into a corner of the Observation Deck, drenched in sweat.

Leon did not deliberately look at anyone. As if speaking to the air, he said, "Sorry, I got delayed by a ghost with rather formidable combat power."

"I never expected that old granny to look a little plump but fight so ferociously and terrifyingly."

The apology in the first sentence was still normal, but the latter remark, coupled with the way he held his waist, immediately brought mischievous smirks to the faces of several rather improper Furnace Witches in the area.

Forty Furnace Witches stood around the area in groups of two or three, disguised as ordinary tourists.

Before Leon arrived, they had already talked among themselves, each recounting what they had gained after returning at dawn,