Charming Spirit Royal City looked like a castle straight out of a magical medieval tale, looming under the darkening twilight.
The city walls were built from giant stones of purple-black hue, each brick engraved with ancient runes, archaic and mysterious.
The massive city gate was half-open, with a steady stream of people coming and going.
Xia Feng blended into the crowd as he made his way forward, but no sooner had he stepped through the gate than a pink glow flashed before his eyes, his vision blurred, and his consciousness gradually sank into emptiness.
He opened his eyes in obliviousness, finding himself lying atop a bed strewn with rose petals, with a crystal chandelier on the ceiling flickering hazily, casting a warm light tinged with ambiguous pink.
"Mr. Xia."
