Douluo Star, Heaven Dou Empire, Heaven Dou City.
Whenever night fell, all of Heaven Dou City blazed with lights, like stars twinkling in the heavens, only lovelier and more alluring. Red, green, blue, and yellow gathered together like clusters of flowers radiating brilliant splendor.
After two years of repairs and improvements, Heaven Dou City had not merely regained its former prosperity. With the Sky-Blasting Gang headquartered there, it had become the political, economic, and cultural center of the entire Douluo Continent. Towering buildings stood in rows, the streets teemed with carriages and horses, and bustling crowds surged like tides. The lights shimmered, half illusion and half reality. Inside and outside the taverns, people shouted and indulged themselves without restraint, while advertisements for brand-name drinks flashed along streets steeped in old-world charm. Yet deep into the night, the chirping insects lent it the air of mist-shrouded mountains.
At this hour, members of the upper aristocracy rarely appeared. More common were mothers holding their children's hands, petty clerks running for their lives for fear of missing the last evening carriage, and middle-aged men riding foolish donkeys out to buy wine. The roadside stalls were always packed, with cries rising one after another. Fortunately, the proprietors had long since mastered the miraculous ability to remember everything they heard and handled their assorted tasks with ease.
A group approached from the end of the bridge: one man and four women.
The man had a high nose, thin lips, and swordlike brows that swept diagonally into the few strands of black hair falling beside his temples. His handsome profile and facial contours were flawlessly sculpted. His thick eyebrows lifted slightly, and beneath gently curled lashes were eyes as clear as the morning glow. The corners of his lips rose into a dazzling smile.
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