Since the sky was covered, the heavens began to show their holiness

Zhou Xian held the Hextech sniper rifle toy in his hand, and nodded secretly at its heavy weight. "This thing is quite interesting, and it will be a perfect gift for Sarah when I go back." He muttered in a low voice, and his fingertips gently stroked the delicate lines on the gun body, and then put it into the glowing space ring.

Zhou Xian strolled through the streets of Piltover, rubbing his fingertips on the space ring on his sleeve, wondering in his heart - are those gentlemen sitting in the Capitol intimidated by the sharp magic flowing in his palm, or are they hiding some deeper calculations? After wandering in the neon-lit streets for several days, even the law enforcement officers who usually patrolled with a stern face took a detour. The troubles that followed him like a shadow in the past seemed to be thrown into the stinking ditch of Zaun, without even a splash.

"Go find the Wind Girl. It's almost time to leave."

After spending several days in Piltover and purchasing a lot of high-tech products, Zhou Xian finally grew tired of this city of metal and neon. With his fingertips tapping the space ring, he looked up at the skyline of gears turning in the distance and decided to leave this technological city.

"Hurry up, or you'll be late!"

At this moment, a commotion suddenly broke out at the end of the street. Voices of urging broke out from the bustling crowd, and the residents of Piltover ran towards the city center with their pocket watches in hand. The crisp sound of their heels hitting the ground was filled with anxiety for fear of missing something.

"My friend, you are in a hurry. What happened?" Zhou Xian stretched out his arm and calmly stopped a passerby who was swinging a pocket watch chain across his chest. His slightly raised brows revealed a bit of leisurely curiosity.

"Go away little brat."

The passerby turned around suddenly when he was grabbed, and his rough voice under his beard was filled with anger, "You delayed me from watching Seraphine's concert, believe it or not, I will beat you up?" He slapped Zhou Xian's hand away, and his copper-buckled leather belt made a crisp sound as he ran, and in a blink of an eye he rushed into the boiling crowd under the neon lights.

"The girl in the wheelchair? Seraphine..."

Zhou Xian stroked his chin with his fingertips, a hint of interest flashing across his pupils. This name that had stirred up a wave of enthusiasm among the people of Piltover was both familiar and unfamiliar to him.

"I have nothing to do anyway, so I might as well join in the fun."

With a change of mind, Zhou Xian immediately turned to the city center. When his gilded boots stepped on the bluestone slabs, the crowds that were originally shoulder to shoulder retreated automatically like a tide, without causing any ripples, but allowing him to blend into the vortex of light and sound unimpeded.

As soon as we stepped into the city center, overwhelming shouts came like a tsunami - "Seraphini! Seraphine!"

The sound waves made the neon tubes buzz and vibrate, as if the entire city-state's metal foundation was trembling slightly in the frenzy.

Zhou Xian turned a deaf ear to the deafening shouts and pushed through the crowd to get under the stage. He looked up and saw a girl standing on a suspended Hextech flywheel. The faint blue light flowed between the gears, turning her trailing star-patterned skirt into a flowing galaxy. The moment her fingertips lightly touched the suspended microphone, the neon lights of the entire square rippled with the rhythm.

The ethereal singing voice suddenly poured out, like a spring flowing over the edges of the metal city-state. The boiling sound waves just now froze instantly, and tens of thousands of eyes stared at the girl on the flywheel - her slightly closed eyelashes were stained with star-like light. Every note was like a key to unlock the shackles, making the clenched fists of the Piltover residents quietly loosen, and even the heavy breathing turned into sighs for fear of breaking the glass.

Zhou Xian couldn't help but narrow his eyes, letting the melody flow through his heart like water. The song seemed to have the power of a clear spring, brushing away the metallic dryness that had been floating in the city-state for days, and even the noise accumulated in the depths of the soul turned into flying stardust. The whole person felt like falling into the clouds, gently swaying in the Milky Way woven by the rhythm of the music.

When the song ended, Zhou Xian slowly opened his eyes and chuckled, "The voice of this girl in the wheelchair is really captivating." His fingertips stroked the edge of the space ring, and he suddenly thought of the woman who always played the piano. Interest flashed in his eyes - if one day Seraphine's singing could collide with the sound of the girl's strings, I wonder what kind of ripples would be stirred up?
"Forget it. If they really meet..." Zhou Xian laughed dumbly and flicked his forehead with his fingertips. "If they start fighting, I'm afraid the girl in the wheelchair will really wear out her wheelchair."

Shaking off the absurd image of the collision of two dimensions in his mind, he turned and merged into the gradually receding crowd. The gilded ring flashed a faint light in the twilight.

"This person..."

Seraphine's fingertips tapped the edge of the flywheel, and the faint blue light rippled in her eyes. Looking at the direction where the figure disappeared into the crowd, the star-patterned skirt moved without wind, and her voice, which was flowing with honey just now, suddenly became entangled with a few doubts that did not belong to the movement - it was like hearing another hidden resonance in the pure chords.

"His inner voice..."

The melody on Seraphine's fingertips suddenly went out of tune, and the Hextech flywheel emitted a slight electric noise. The ability to hear the voices of all living beings since childhood, now touched an invisible barrier around the boy - like peeking into the deep sea through frosted glass, clearly close at hand, but unable to capture even the slightest emotional fluctuations. The scheming of the councilors, the roar of the Zaun people, the hum of mechanical gears... She had heard the whispers of countless souls, but for the first time she hit a wall in front of this child.

This abnormal "silence" actually stirred up waves in Seraphine's heart. Her fingertips on the Hexkeyboard rose and fell faster, and the stars flickered on her eyelashes. She silently counted the direction of the street corner where the boy disappeared, and burned that face into the gears of her memory.

Zhou Xian did not stay in Piltover for long after leaving the concert. His fingertips gently twisted the breeze that carried an unusual smell - the faint wind element fluctuations were like a thin needle piercing his palm. When his gilded boots stepped over the rusted iron plate of the elevator, the dividing line between neon and steam closed behind him, and he fell into the boiling mist of Zaun.

Zaun and Piltover were originally an integrated city-state, but later an accident led to the division into the Upper and Lower Cities.

Thousands of years ago, this was part of the Shurima Empire. It was a port city built on the isthmus. It was the link between the Valoran continent and the Shurima continent, and the key to the sea routes between the east and the west.

Later, in order to gain greater benefits, the people here implemented a plan to use thousands of biological and chemical bombs to blast a piece of land to create a cave for ships to pass through. However, this explosion caused an earthquake, completely destroyed the strait, flooded a large area with sea water, and leaked poisonous gas to other areas.

During the reconstruction, the business families here built the Sun Gate, controlled the trade routes, and accumulated funds. The wealthy clans chose to build a new city on the higher cliffs, named "Piltover", while ordinary people continued to stay in Zaun.

The economic benefits brought by shipping were basically taken away by the people of Piltover. The gap between social classes became increasingly wider, gradually forming a pattern of Piltover on top and Zaun on the bottom.

Zhou Xian followed the breeze and stepped into an abandoned ruin deep in Zaun. Among the rusted ruins, a giant statue with a severed head stood out.

Under the peeling gilt plating, the mottled stone elephant is covered with moss, and the graffiti around the base has long been blurred by acid rain.

(End of this chapter)