The city lights were just starting to shine, and the moon was rising high in the sky, its starlight dim.
A cold white moonlight, thin like gauze, draped itself over the Galaxy Hotel owned by Xing Ye.
Several limited-edition luxury cars slowly pulled in, and black-clad men wearing earpieces ushered the passengers, clustered in small groups, into the ninth-floor banquet hall.
The rhythm of high heels and leather shoes blended with the comforting melody, as crowds walked arm in arm.
The moment they stepped inside the hall, their eyes were stunned by the decor, and even their footsteps unconsciously slowed down a little.
Unlike other aristocratic families' typical use of warm tones during banquets, this venue was entirely decorated in hues of blue, black, and red.
Projected onto the ceiling was a sky full of stars, shifting and moving along with the light and shadows.
