The lights were dim, and in the haze, Wanxiang City was bustling with extraordinary excitement, the celebratory noise filling the entire city.
And as late at night fell, the city suddenly became silent, shrouded in a desolate mist on some long streets, while the night breeze scattered purple petals across the ground, occasionally lifting them in mid-air, then slowly drifting down.
By the fountain at the intersection of the streets, two men dressed in grey stood by the water, quietly conversing in a strange language.
"How is it?" one of the men asked.
