A relatively inconspicuous complex of buildings, closed off by walls from the surroundings, located in the depths of the seedy areas of the Silver Wing City entered Wu Long's sight.
The sense of tension and danger of the streets they passed to get here, the shifty and scrutinizing eyes of the people, and the constant noise were all gone.
The street looked and felt almost like a quaint residential area, except for the fact there were not even occasional passers
Wu Long's eyes shifted to an artistic mosaic made with excellent craftsmanship from mother-of-pearl and dark wood above the perpetually open gates, which depicted a black moon hiding behind the clouds above a palace.
Such a piece of striking and luxurious artistry would've felt out of place, were it not for the fact it had a weathered, untended look that made it blend in with the run-down surroundings.
