In a hotel suite in the central district of Shuju, an establishment directly affiliated with Thousand Peaks Spirit Mountain, Yu Sheng gazed through the window at the alien scenery outside.
The rain had been falling without pause, and the dark clouds blurred the boundary between day and night. Although sunlight had still been shining down on the thick clouds above Shuju when Huli landed, the city under this endless rain still seemed shrouded in darkness. Countless lights illuminated the rain-soaked city, neon flickered between the skyscrapers, and enormous illusion projections drifted through the air. At the end of the curtain of rain, the magnificent ancient Refining Towers stood like bizarre mountain peaks beyond the city, occasionally lit by flashes of lightning that revealed traces of their former splendor in their outlines.
Huli was wolfing down food nearby. A whole table had been laid out with all kinds of local dishes whose origins were impossible to identify, and they clearly attracted her far more than the alien scenery outside.
Zheng Zhi sat somewhat stiffly across from them. The feast before him left him at a loss, and before taking almost every bite, he had to confirm things with Xuan Che beside him. There were mainly three points to confirm: What was this thing? Could humans eat it? Was it going to suddenly jump up and attack people?
Yu Sheng felt that it was a great pity that he had never let his eldest nephew see Huli's stews. If he had seen those things, his tolerance for all kinds of strange food would surely have been extremely high in the future. Forget the specialty dishes of this frontier planet—he estimated that by then, the boy might even accept being beaten up by the food on the table before every meal...
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