Not Giving Up
The night was just beginning yet the party continued. Stars were starting to appear in the sky, but they were blotted out by the many lights down below. A convergence of night and day seemed to be taking place. The many lights from the city pushed back the darkness of night, as though refusing to be encroached upon.
Sounds from the festival could be heard even from the high vantage point of the city’s most famous inn. Known to everyone as Phoenix Lodgings, the luxurious twenty-story building had been built upon a dragon vein. It was a leyline that exuded a lot more power than average. The amount of chi flowing through this leyline was enough that someone at the first subrealm of the Hunger Realm could reach the Anima Realm in less than a year even if they didn’t have any talent.
The inn itself was a study in opulence.
Zhe Fēngli stood before Wu Meiying’s door, pacing back and forth. He muttered under his breath.