Upon stepping into the Border Gate, a sensation of piercing through a membrane suddenly rose in Luo Qiu's mind.
But it was like a ripple caused by a raindrop falling on a calm water surface, dispersing briefly and then disappearing without a trace.
The sky was gray, seemingly filled with too many impurities in the atmosphere.
Luo Qiu landed on the rooftop of a tall building.
About sixty stories high... but such skyscrapers were common here, and the building he was on was not the tallest in the city at this moment.
The population density made Luo Qiu feel uncomfortable, but there weren't many people walking on the streets; they all lived in their respective residences.
Numerous pipelines crisscrossed the buildings, seeming to be a common mode of transport for the people here... on the streets, it was rather the cleaning machines that were most frequently seen.
Rows of almost identical neat windows, each place seemed to have a symmetrical other side... of the world.
