The earth slowly sank into night, as though swallowed by a pitch-black tide.
Yet one bright mountain stood tall amid the plains: the city named Xuanye, which had never truly merged with the night.
Compared with the Safe Zone, already plunged into darkness and curfew, with only a few scattered lights, Xuanye City teemed with people on its streets at all hours. The outer districts were crowded with gangs moving in packs, while the Inner District was filled with cultivators enjoying the nightlife.
Beneath dazzling neon lights, a particularly towering building shone brilliantly. Golden dragons coiled around its facade, their moving scales displaying advertisements for the Fanluo Biotechnology Group's prosthetics. Every window in the 125-story building was a projection screen, its images answering the light and shadows on the golden dragons, making it seem as if a true dragon were circling the tower.
There were more than ten time-honored restaurants inside the Junxia Building. Huo Qing had chosen one with a more traditional feel, thinking it might suit An Jing's tastes better. But they were all old acquaintances, after all, so there was no need to be too particular.
"Looks like everyone's here."
Beneath the pale golden lights, An Jing had greeted everyone who had come to the gathering.
There was no need to mention Huo Qing and Nian Quan. The two were chatting about cultivation and the Martial Dao.
Iron Hand and Rusty Feather had arrived as well. They noticed An Jing looking their way and smiled, nodding at him.
On the other side, Steel Skeleton and Qu Tong had also returned to Xuanye City for a short time from the Ancient Immortal Ruins. Steel Skeleton's mercenaries had already established a small operating base in the ruins, so their leader was actually less busy. Unless trouble arose, he had