Ji Minghuan followed behind Restricted-level 1001.
The two similar figures walked slowly down the endless corridor, one behind the other. With each step they took, ripples would spread across the transparent floor, flowing towards some unknown distance, silently converging once again.
Ji Minghuan turned his head, glancing around the surroundings. The walls on either side of the corridor resembled cinema screens.
At this moment, 1001's memory images were switching chaotically on the screens, and after wandering down this hallway for a long time, one would feel a sense of traversing the long river of time.
"Fortunately, I didn't travel to a year too distant. When I came to my senses, I found myself in 1910. It was an unfamiliar world to me. By then, I had lost all my memories, only retaining the image of a white-haired girl in my mind."
Restricted-level 1001 spoke softly, as the memory corridor transformed with his words.
