In the morning, the mysterious Night Empire of the East begins a new day under the sunlight.
Lingling stands in the small courtyard of the Tang Family, gazing up at the sky above, the warm sunshine gently falling on her face, the air fresh and full — it is a beautiful morning.
Falling from the cliff, she did not die, but indeed traveled through time and space to arrive in the world of Yeh Huang.
If it weren't for the towering modern buildings with such imposing presence in the distant view, clustered like a forest, she would have thought she was still in Manhattan, United States.
In her world, although there are skyscrapers, none are as towering into the clouds, yet here, almost every building juts out of the clouds, with half of their structures vaguely visible above the white clouds. It's simply like a celestial paradise, albeit one of the high-tech era.
