Upper Sun City.
Yu Xian stood on the deck of the flying boat with a spirited manner, looking at the city from afar. He could see the houses lined up neatly, the streets crisscrossing, and the bustling crowd coming and going.
The once low and shabby shantytown had disappeared, replaced by a brand-new outer city district with a tall and imposing city wall, making the city appear much more refined.
This was his third time in Upper Sun City.
During his first two visits, he had been a guest in this city.
With various patrons above him, he dared not speak loudly and had to be cautious and careful in his actions to avoid attracting unnecessary trouble.
Although his days were not bad, he always felt somewhat suffocated and oppressed.
So, after less than two years, he found an excuse to leave, feeling refreshed and liberated.
But this time, he was the master of this city.
