Fang Ran was a little dumbfounded right now.
Just minutes ago, he had been listening to music as he sped across the night fields, carrying that burning anticipation in his heart as he flew over Beijing's sea of lights, bidding farewell to his elders in the garden before setting off.
But now, all that remained was utter confusion.
Before coming here, Fang Ran had actually imagined countless times, out of curiosity, what Midnight might be like.
After all,
it was simply far too mysterious to the outside world—so mysterious that there was not even the slightest bit of information about it.
He had imagined it might be something like a secluded paradise, where all kinds of senior masters built thatched huts deep in the mountains and lived simple lives accompanied only by the mountains and rivers,
exuding the reclusive air of powerful figures who had withdrawn from the mortal world.
Or perhaps it would be more like an old town, a place with a greater sense of everyday life, as though it had been plucked from history and still retained its former appearance,
making people feel as if they had traveled back in time.
There was also the possibility of a place governed by precepts and rules, something like a Buddhist temple or Taoist monastery.
In short, ever since the end of summer vacation, he had tried his best to guess what Midnight looked like now based on the few scenes related to the Night Society in that person's memories.
But Fang Ran felt that no matter what, he could never have imagined this.
Still, it did not really matter. He had even seen the mythically magnificent ancient palace on the Floating Island above the Mediterranean Sea.
Fang Ran was confident that after teleporting here, even if Midnight turned out