Qin Yan put away the pills and walked out of the Heavenly Arena.
It was the middle of the night, yet the streets of Mystic City remained exceptionally lively.
On both sides of the road, spirit lamps cast a gentle glow, illuminating the entire street as brightly as day.
The streets teemed with pedestrians. Some were Martial Artists who had just emerged from the arena, gathered in small groups and still excitedly discussing tonight's matches;
Others were slightly drunken patrons, arms draped over each other's shoulders as they staggered along;
There were also solitary Martial Artists hurrying along, vanishing into alleyways.
Living beings of every race moved through the streets—the Human Clan, the Wing Clan, the Stone Clan, the Elf Clan, beastfolk...
Different in form and aura, yet all seeking their own place within this city.
The nights of Mystic City were never lonely.
Just as Qin Yan was preparing to return to the Mystic Sanctuary, a crisp female voice called out beside him.
"Qin Yan, wait!"
The clear female voice came from behind him, especially distinct in the night breeze.
Qin Yan paused and turned around, only to see two women walking swiftly toward him.
One wore a red phoenix robe embroidered with lifelike phoenixes that seemed to come alive beneath the spirit lamps' radiance.
Her figure was tall and proud, her long fiery-red hair drifting in the wind like dancing flames.
The other wore a spotless white robe. Her ink-black hair was lightly pinned up with a white jade hairpin.
She carried a guqin in her arms, and her entire being exuded a tranquil, distant air, like a clear spring in the mountains or a breeze through the forest.
The one who had called to him was the woman in red—Huang Jiuli.
Qin Yan had never expected to