It's unclear whether it's a dragon or a snake, but there was no contact.
Nor was there the anticipated difficulties and rejection.
In the tallest building in the center of Tower City, the seventy-one-story luxury resort hotel, on the topmost terrace, the champagne pyramid reflected shimmering lights.
Amid soft music, laughter was endless.
Servants with slightly dark skin and curly hair courteously carried food and wine glasses through the crowd, elegantly handing over items needed by the guests, then gracefully retreating to inconspicuous corners.
A typical cocktail party.
In the harmonious atmosphere, everyone wore a humble yet warm expression, even with enthusiastic smiles, occasionally emitting the deep, bass-rich laughter of old money that makes a poor man's wallet tremble.
The laughter almost triggered Ji Jue's PTSD.
Under the illumination of crystal chandeliers, everything seemed overlaid with a golden edge, the cheerful atmosphere resembling a scene from Heaven.
