High Willow Inner City.
As night fell, the moon shone faintly with sparse stars.
But the lights were bright, and everyone was laughing with joy.
Bang!
Molten iron, after being struck by hammers, sprayed into the sky, like a meteor shower, spectacularly radiant.
From elsewhere came songs and dances, with melodious tunes that were intoxicating.
Someone was cutting paper, and with the help of the light, the shadows came alive, presenting a play that recounted the glorious deeds of Qifeng Prefecture City's Great General of the Li Shen Sect.
Even from the high buildings, one could hear the laughter and the drifting scents.
"This is the inner city,"
the Commander said, standing on the highest level of the Observatory, pointing ahead, "That's the Observatory Tower."
Lin Yan looked into the distance, perhaps because it was far away, or perhaps because he had seen too much in his past life.
