Neon lights tear through the rainy night in Shanghai, and the wind between the skyscrapers carries icy rain, blowing across the two figures confronting each other in mid-air.
Under the clouds, an old man with white hair and white beard stood in the sky, his Taoist robes were blown by the strong wind. He held a simple long sword across his chest, with a faint white aura flowing on the sword. He was Yun Xuzi, a cultivator who had hidden in the world for thousands of years. He lowered his eyes and looked down, his eyes calm but with unquestionable pressure. The air waves formed by the spiritual energy around him blocked all the falling rainwater three feet away.
A few dozen meters opposite him, a slender but oppressive figure stood on the top of the building. It was a woman.
She is not human.
The whole body is covered with fine cold dark blue scales, spreading from the neck to the cheeks and arms, glowing with a metallic cold light under the neon light, and the edges of the scales are slightly glowing with a blue-purple supernatural glow. His long hair spread out like ink-colored seaweed, his eyes were vertical golden orange, and violent spatial energy fluctuations lingered on his fingertips. Every breath made the surrounding air twist and tremble.
She is the top superpower in the city, codenamed Scale.
