The morning sun over the Shen Clan's Main City shone brightly, bathing the jade-paved boulevards in a golden radiance that seemed to amplify the inherent wealth of the world's most powerful lineage.
The three-week-long feast was already ending, and many people have already started to leave, with only those who have business left to do remains.
"So you're leaving?" Haoran asked, his voice a calm, low resonance as he walked.
He held his hands hidden within the broad, silk sleeves of his black-and-gold robes, his pace leisurely yet commanding.
Walking beside him were Luo Mingye and Xia Mengyao.
The atmosphere between them was no longer one of distant royalty and humble guests; the events of the kiosk had forged a strange, unspoken bond that simmered just beneath the surface of their polite conversation.
