Zheng Yi slightly raised his head.
In the boundless night, the surrounding streets mostly fell into darkness, only this place, the faint pink light could be seen from afar.
The street was bustling, even more so than the lively markets during the day.
The people passing by included noble sons from families and the offspring of cultivators, many of whom were cultivators in the Qi Refining Stage.
They accompanied each other to enjoy the night.
A small river ran through the middle, surrounded by flower houses filled with an intoxicating fragrance like perfume.
Just as they reached the street entrance, enchanting music drifted from the open windows of a nearby flower house.
There were a few drunken men downstairs.
With foolish grins, awkward figures, their legs swaying as they walked back and forth.
