The sky over Fragrant Flower City was a stagnant tapestry of bruised purples and sickly greys, a characteristic of the Southern Region's decaying atmosphere.
Suddenly, the clouds rippled like water as a solidified spatial platform, shimmering with a dark, crystalline luster, emerged from the void.
Shen Haoran, Qinq'er, and Ling Luochen stepped into the spatial platform.
"So this is the place," Shen Haoran murmured, his voice cutting through the thin air with the sharpness of a cold blade.
He stood at the edge of the platform, his golden-blonde hair catching what little light filtered through the haze.
His black robes, embroidered with those restless golden dragons, fluttered slightly as he stared down at the sprawling, dusty city below.
Behind him, Qing'er stood like an unmoving shadow, her red eyes devoid of emotion as she maintained the structural integrity of the spatial platform.
A step further back, Ling Luochen felt stared at the platform in fear and awe.
