At midnight, the industrial district was still bustling.
Leatherworkers and tailors were crafting boots and clothing, while goldsmiths and stone carvers were creating gift boxes and sculpting statues of deities.
The whole city did not quieten down just because of the night.
Fang Hao stepped out of the lord's mansion and went straight to the pavilion next to the industrial district.
The enormous Nightstone emitted a bright radiance.
In the center of the pavilion, on the stone table, there were pastries and drinks, and a beautiful woman in a long dress was sitting on a stone chair, flipping through a comic while occasionally sipping her drink.
Fang Hao walked into the pavilion and sat down beside her.
"Why have you come here again."
"It's brighter over here," the Dragon Queen casually replied.
Fang Hao leaned in, attempting to pull her into his arms.
