In the center of Shuji, inside a hotel suite belonging to the direct assets of Qianfeng Ling Mountain, Yu Sheng's gaze was fixed through the window, staring at the exotic landscape outside.
The rain kept falling, the clouds blurring the distinction between day and night. Although the sun was shining on the thick clouds over Shuji when Hu Li landed, the city under the endless rain still seemed to be shrouded in the night—countless lights illuminated the city in the rain, where neon flashes between towering buildings, and many massive illusion projections floated. At the end of the rain curtain, those magnificent ancient refining towers stood outside the city like strange peaks, occasionally illuminated by flashes of lightning, reflecting traces of former glory in their outlines.
