Fang Hong looked out of the window, and the nighttime of Fanric was immersed in a light blue hue. The glamorous lights from the inn mingled skillfully with the darker corners of the city, and the pedestrians on the street hurried along, their attire and the bronze-colored Magic Guided Reactors and metal outwear making everything seem so different from Earth.
He vaguely saw two young girls walking together under a building, and thought he mistook them for someone else—before he could react, they had already blended into the crowd—there seemed to be some activity below the inn, torches were lit, steam rose, people gathered together, occasionally bursting into cheerful voices. Fang Hong opened the window to look down, but he could no longer find their trace.
