Eighteen days later.
A quiet summer night.
No black clouds were visible in the sky. The stars exerted their effort, merging droplets of light together.
Although not as splendid as the Sun, nor as clear as the Moon, they still sprinkled starlight dreamily onto the world.
The twinkling starlight intertwined, turning the earth into a peculiar world, sparking a desire in people to explore.
Compared to the vast starry sky, humans seem pitifully small, like dust.
Under the universe, humans are as insignificant as ants on the ground.
Yet, even ants differ from each other.
For instance, at this moment.
Night has fallen.
In Bianjing City, the 'ants' may have already gone to sleep, or are preparing for tomorrow's expenses, or wandering around the night market in pairs.
Some lie on the lap pillows of singing princesses on pleasure boats, enjoying some special amusement.
And outside Bianjing City.
On a short but very spacious hill, another group of 'ants' is busy.
