Dongsheng Shenzhou, Jiangyue City.
The bright moon shone upon the river, and the river reflected the city.
Jiangyue City was an exceedingly famous scenic destination in Dongsheng Shenzhou.
The Yangtze River lay like a mirror, its ripples conjuring shifting reflections.
Once merely a small city beside the river, it had begun to develop thanks to this magnificent scenery, even changing its name because of it to the present-day Jiangyue City.
Outside the city, beneath the bright moon, red lanterns hung from little boats on the river, while luxurious ships cruised into the distance.
A bright moon cast its reflection on the river, and pinpricks of red light set off the stardust.
Leaning beside a riverside window and gazing out through its gauze curtains, one found lovely scenery by day and breathtaking views by night.
Despite its magnificent scenery, Jiangyue City also perfectly avoided almost every spirit vein, leaving its spiritual power so impoverished that cultivators took detours around it.
Perhaps there simply was no place in the world perfect in every respect.
Thus, for all its magnificent scenery, Jiangyue City was almost entirely a city of mortals.
Outside the city, the moonlight pressed cold upon people; inside, the warmth of everyday bustle enveloped wandering visitors.
Taking a cold boat out at night was, after all, a privilege of the refined.
For the true bustle of everyday life, one had to look within the city, where there was no curfew.
Chu Xingchen led Yunxiao into the noisy streets, looking at the sleepless city with its lanterns hung high.
"Even if you have information, you don't need to come here yourself, do you?" Yunxiao frowned tightly, turning slightly to avoid a passerby about to bump into him. "There are too many people here. If danger is lurking among them, you might survive,