Whoosh—!
Wang Yuan, who had been plummeting from the sky at breakneck speed, mid-air somersaulted into the more mobile form of a young man clad in green robes.
Landing on the attic of a towering spire like a drifting leaf carried by a wisp of breeze, he lightly touched down.
Surveying his surroundings, he quickly realized he was in a bustling city beneath the cloak of night.
The brightly lit night markets, merchants hawking their goods on the streets, the Brothel adorned in vivid colors, and the pagodas that pierced the clouds...
Scholars and beauties frolicked in boats along the city-encompassing river, with enormous airwalks connecting lofty wooden buildings...
The city was vast, so expansive that even Wang Yuan, straining his vision, couldn't see its limits.
Moreover, with every few steps he took, the style of the nearby streets and the apparel of the pedestrians completely changed.
