Utopia City.
Before a spacious door, Fang Chang stopped, glanced at the envelope in his hand, opened it, took out a card, and swiped it over the door.
Pale blue ripples spread from the lock, and with a click, the door opened inward.
What greeted him was a broad reception room. Several sofas sat atop a checkered carpet of black, white, and gray, while the simple yet elegant decor had a distinctly corporate style.
In this crowded city, spaciousness itself was a luxury.
A woman of around twenty-five or twenty-six sat on the sofa in the center. She wore a silver coat, and what left the deepest impression were her slender legs, as well as the pair of delicate brows on her lovely face.
Those graceful brows resembled gentle crescents, yet they could not conceal the heroic sharpness in her eyes or the vibrant gleam within them.
Most of those attending this party were members of Utopia City's upper class.
And from her bearing, Fang Chang could tell that this woman was at least quite wealthy.
At the very least.
"Hello, Ms. Li Shuyue. Sorry to have kept you waiting." Since he was the guest, Fang Chang opened with a gentlemanly greeting.
The woman seated on the sofa made an inviting gesture and spoke in a pleasant voice.
"No need to be so formal, warrior of The Alliance. I was the one who presumptuously interrupted your rest. Please, make yourself comfortable and sit wherever you like."
"Then I won't stand on ceremony."
Fang Chang smiled faintly and chose a sofa neither too close nor too far away.
A waiter brought tea for the two of them.
A fragrant scent drifted through the misty steam. It was subtle, yet soothing and refreshing.
The two exchanged pleasantries for a while, though they