Shadow Island.
Rows of towering buildings rose from the ground, their enormous glass windows reflecting the azure sky and the bustling traffic.
Noisy streams of vehicles converged into a river, weaving through the multilayered overpasses.
Evergreen trees stood in neat rows along both sides of the road, pumping fresh oxygen into this prosperous metropolis and adding much vitality to it.
A babbling river ran through the busy city, reflecting high-rises hung with colorful lights.
The scene before them resembled a fantastical crystal forest.
A gentle breeze swept through the lush city park.
The grass by the lake swayed like graceful women dancing, rippling in wave after wave.
It was as if countless melodies had been stirred into being, becoming a moving sight of the city.
The pleasant chirping of birds from time to time added endless liveliness to this New City.
People of every sort went about their own work, creating and building.
Like diligent bees, they contributed and gave to this New City in their own ways.
Steam curled up from the roadside eateries, carrying tempting aromas that added even more of the warmth of everyday life to this New City.
At this moment, all the residents living on Shadow Island were settled and content in their work.
Inside a neatly planned, clean, postmodern market.
Zhu Rou Rong wore a butcher's signature black apron and a pair of rain boots, a cigarette clenched between his lips as he hawked his pork.
Yet he still loudly cried out in violation of the market rules.
It was a habit from his many years in the trade, and also one of his hobbies. If he went a day without shouting, his whole body would itch.
Whether because this market had many regular customers or for some unknown reason, the administrator, Aunt Li,