Spiritual Wind City was located hundreds of kilometers away, a prosperous metropolis in the middle of the federation.
In the center of the city stood a jade-like, rosily-shining skyscraper, which was the headquarters of the Zephyr Guild, one of the top hundred sects in the federation.
Wind was blowing hard on the rooftop. A handsome man whose hair was long enough to reach his waist had a greedy expression, his face aglow from the lights of the city below him.
His long, silver hair was motionless in the blowing wind.
Suddenly—
The man took a deep, deep breath that seemed to be absorbing all the opulence of the city into his stomach like a giant whale which was sucking water.
Weirdly, his chest did not inflate despite the deep breath.
After more than a minute of inhaling, his cheeks were finally flushed in satisfaction. But there was no sign of exhaling. He turned around.
