The deep night blanketed all of Star Luo City. The inky sky hung low, and the evening wind swept boundlessly onward.
The black wings behind Xue Mingqing trembled faintly, swallowing the night wind and starlight rushing past him. He streaked through the air so quickly that he nearly left an afterimage.
Even after enduring a feigned death and reconstruction, temporarily falling ten levels in cultivation, he still stood firmly at the rank of a fifty-second-level Soul King.
His foundation was solid and profound, his reserves far surpassed those of cultivators at the same level, and he possessed these naturally gifted black wings of ultimate speed.
His charging speed had long exceeded the limits of ordinary assault-type Soul Kings, rivaling the finest agility-type Soul Masters.
At such speed, crossing an entire district was no more than an instant to him.
Clad in darkness, with the gale as his road, each faint beat of his wings carried him dozens of meters.
In only a few breaths, he had crossed nearly half of Star Luo City's bustling streets, descending steadily from the distant night sky onto the highest rooftop terrace of the Starcrown Grand Hotel.
Beneath his feet lay smooth, icy marble. The fierce night wind whipped the hem of his black fitted clothes into a flutter, while his ink-black hair streamed wildly in the breeze.
Standing atop the tallest and most prosperous building in all of Star Luo City, he looked down upon the scattered lights of countless homes, flowing neon, and endless traffic. The city's clamor and splendor unfolded fully before his eyes.
Yet this flourishing nighttime view stirred not the slightest romantic feeling in Xue Mingqing.
He stood silently at the rooftop's edge, lowering his gaze toward the grand, imposing, tier upon tier of Starcrown Grand Hotel buildings beneath him.