The night in Heaven Dou City was woven with splendor.
Brilliantly lit streets painted the imperial capital as bright as day, yet amid all that clamor, the Star Gazing Pavilion stood like an island, quietly rooted in the city's central district.
Its outer walls were not built from traditional brick or stone, but covered in a special material like obsidian, refracting a deep, faint glow beneath the moonlight. From afar, the entire pavilion seemed like a corner cut from the starry sky and forcibly inlaid into the rolling mortal world.
The top floor of the Star Gazing Pavilion, the terrace.
The air here seemed a little thinner than on the ground. Looking up, the starry sky appeared especially clear.
Han Yuchen lounged lazily on a recliner carved from a whole piece of Star Meteorite Iron, toying with two metal spheres that gave off faint gravitational ripples.
On the table beside him sat two crystal-clear goblets. The liquid inside was no ordinary wine, but a dreamlike nebula purple; as the cups shifted, it seemed as if tiny stars were being born and dying within.
Leng Yuebai stood quietly behind him, dressed in a white gown whiter than snow. Her glass-colored eyes stared unfocused at the distant skyline, as if something there was more worthy of attention than everything before her.
"Since you're here, don't stand there in the cold wind, Little San."
Han Yuchen did not turn back. He merely lifted his hand slightly, his fingertips moving.
An invisible ripple stirred in the air. At the edge of the terrace, within what had originally been an empty patch of shadow, a tall, slender figure slowly emerged.
The newcomer's waterfall-like blue hair fell loose behind him. His handsome face carried a trace of refinement, but deep within those profound eyes, a heart-palpitating