On the eastern side of Sky City.
Beneath the crimson moon, there was no wind, yet faint crimson ripples spread across the lake.
On the shore, Yang Chang sat cross-legged in silver-white clothes, his eyes narrowed as he waited for something unknown.
He had not made a move today.
A soft chuckle came from Lakeheart Court, aged and raspy yet full of vigor. "Young Yang, with so much excitement tonight, aren't you going to take a look? Sitting here, your heart is already in turmoil."
"Haha, you caught me."
Yang Chang ruffled his silver hair without a care and laughed heartily. "I'd like to go out too, but I suspect someone doesn't want me to. I really didn't expect nobles from Sky City to take part in this operation. I'm curious. The nobles are colluding with the Shenchuan Family, and you're just letting them?"
"Over the past few days, I visited Night Spirit City, Coastal City, and other places, and discovered a major problem. Why are the class divisions so stark throughout Sky City's territory?"
"Among the lower classes, chaos, disorder, death, disease, and pollution are everywhere."
"The Land of Exiles is full of those things too, but the Heart of the Order Keeper still maintains order. There is one set of rules on the surface and another behind the scenes, and no one breaks them."
"Sky City ought to be better than the Land of Exiles, yet the nobles seem to have no desire to develop the cities under their control. They barely keep them running. If this continues, all of Sky City will be riddled with holes sooner or later."
Yang Chang sounded puzzled.
No one answered from inside the court. There was only a faint gurgling, as though something between liquid and solid was churning back and