Incessant chatter buzzed in her ears. Combined with the complex, nauseating stench assaulting her nose, Chun Mian would have turned around and gone right back if the Door Spirit hadn't already vanished.
God, she couldn't stand this smell!
Afraid to inhale deeply, she slowed her breathing as much as possible and looked up.
The world was dim and gloomy. The sky was far grayer than it had been during the worst PM2.5 pollution days in the modern world of her previous realm. There was even granular dust swirling in the air—she could feel the grit with every breath she took, without even opening her mouth.
She was currently standing in front of a dilapidated building. A group of about a dozen men and women stood before her. The women's faces were completely unfamiliar to her, but the men's faces rang a bell.
