The Imperial Capital, like a radiant night pearl.
The towering skyscrapers, reaching into the clouds, their dazzling lights dispelling darkness from nearly every corner.
The bustling commercial street was teeming with people, and amidst the crowd, a tall, dapperly dressed foreigner was making a call through a Communication Spirit Crystal.
"I'm in position, now it depends on your side."
The man spoke while snapping his fingers, evidently satisfied with the snacks he just had.
"Though I wouldn't mind if you took your time, there's still plenty on this street I haven't tried."
Such reckless words left the person on the other end of the call momentarily stunned.
"Owen, if you're not afraid of dying, go ahead and try."
"Before you die, make sure to clean up after yourself, don't leave Xia any excuse...."
The serious tone from the other end made the brown-curled man unable to hold back anymore.
"Alright, alright, I'll leave immediately after. You're so stingy."
