Midnight.
Yuehu Hotel, all is silent.
Velvet curtains hang straight from above, their thick and dense fibers completely blocking out the moonlight.
The entire room transforms into a shadow, barely sketching the luxurious outlines of the furniture inside.
The sofa becomes a blurred shape, the crystal chandelier loses its dazzling radiance, fading into obscurity.
Fang Cheng sits cross-legged on the bed, eyes slightly closed, as if seated in the depths of the cosmic void.
A burning sensation like fire surges from the pineal gland at the center of his brow, vaguely emanating a red glow.
Outside the window, the whole of Wanghu Town has long since fallen into a deep slumber.
Occasionally, the tail lights of a plane streak across the night sky, flashing a few times before disappearing again.
In this room sealed by darkness, there's a sense of a signal light flashing intermittently, flickering with a strange illumination.
