As night fell, the traffic flowed incessantly, and the city lights had just begun to illuminate.
After more than a year of development, Miss Mu's fame had already resounded throughout the entire Empire.
This economic center city of the fifteenth district boasted a particularly flourishing entertainment industry.
Everywhere could be seen the magnificent posters of Miss Mu—in the depths of a serene temple, Mu Qingtong, dressed in a waist-cinching, ink-colored gown with the Snow Crystal Crown atop her silver hair, sits elegantly, her legs crossed upon the throne of the abyss, her eyes of burnished gold gazing downward coldly and imperiously at the land below.
This was the album cover of Miss Mu's "King", which was remarkably oppressive.
"I have to say, Miss Mu, you do bear a resemblance to an emperor," Xia Feng looked through the car window at the woman in the black gown on the gigantic poster among the scintillating nocturnal skyscrapers and felt a bit emotional.
