The vast city of Hydefield, under the night sky, stretches out with lights as brilliant as the stars, boundless and endless.
The most distinguished and powerful group of young individuals in the Feiyang Republic stood between the starry sky and the lights, watching a man and two women step down from the silver Phantom flying car.
There were no glamorous lights, no flashes as bright as daylight, no cheers, nor clouds moving swiftly across the skies, everything seemed so ordinary.
Two exceptionally beautiful women clung to the man like birds nestled against someone.
The man lacked a golden helm, bright armor, a white horse, or a black robe, nor did he have a jade-like face, star-like eyes, or a seven-colored cloud beneath his feet.
