The sun gradually sank into the ground.
Jiangning, as usual, entered night mode.
The neon lights flickered; families also began to rest.
The fireworks show in the eastern part of the city had entered its countdown.
The crowded venue was packed with hundreds of thousands of spectators.
Although the sudden fireworks display was a bit strange, no one pursued the reason behind it.
All were just waiting for the fireworks to soar into the sky and illuminate the stars.
But at this moment, on the western outskirts of the city, not far from that torch-like building,
everyone was also waiting for the unusual event to occur.
Lin Fan watched the full moon in the sky, and his expression also grew tense.
"Lin Fan, do you think everything will go smoothly tonight?"
Xu Zhi Rou walked up to Lin Fan, her eyes fixed on the moon as she spoke, slightly nervous.
"Of course, a civilization that has persisted for five thousand years relies on the sacrificial struggles of courageous generations."
