Bursts of fireworks bloomed in the night sky, and dazzling spells lit up the airspace above the Royal Capital. Such a spectacular scene from the Immortals' realm was an annual event, which even ordinary Mortals could appreciate. At this moment, goose-feather snowflakes were falling, covering the Royal Capital in a thick layer of white.
Another New Year's Eve.
In the Royal Palace, the lights shone brightly, and the officials were gathered together. The hall was filled with the melodious strains of silk and bamboo, and the Dancing Girls, with extraordinary skill, swayed their enchanting figures, moving as if boneless, able to strike various poses.
Wei Yuan's seating position was relatively forward, and he was served by a Dancing Girl on either side, with dishes and drinks, so he did not have to lift a finger. The food was exquisites, and the wine was steaming hot; consuming them made Spiritual Energy burst forth—an enjoyment beyond the wildest dreams of ordinary people.
