"Good morning, everyone."
Beneath the eternal night, at the highest point of Quancheng, atop a skyscraper overflowing with an ocean of sin-corrupted spiritual substance like a waterfall, someone pushed open the doors.
Wearing his usual smile, he offered a polite greeting:
"How did you rest yesterday?"
The little fish in the tank swam quietly; the withered old monk sat cross-legged in the corner, silent; the girl who had been gazing absently at the nightscape lowered her eyes with a half-smile; the Aged Craftsman in gray rested with his eyes closed, deaf to all around him. Only the middle-aged man standing before the enormous floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the surging flames below, turned to look at him with a frown.
"Hm?"
Lu Changsheng smiled in puzzlement, entered openly, and sat down in his own chair. "Everyone seems to be in a rather poor mood."
The old monk from Flawless Temple looked up. His lips moved, and countless sutras flowed between his teeth, like fine stitches woven through flesh and blood. His voice was muffled:
"The Three Realms are like a burning house. Who can be fortunate enough to sleep peacefully through the night?"
"I didn't sleep at all last night."
The Heavenly Heart Society mentor in the form of a "girl" grinned, gloating. "After all, it's rare to find entertainment this abundant. A tiny Haizhou actually became this lively. Don't you agree, Master Jianyuan?"
Jianyuan did not move in the slightest, too lazy to acknowledge her.
Against arsonists from the Heavenly Heart Society who would throw away even their lives for a bit of fun, looking at her even once counted as losing.
Only Adrian, leader of the Dragon Offering Society, frowned as he looked at Lu Changsheng. "The situation has deteriorated to this extent, and you can still smile?"