Su Ming'an looked around.
The central control room of the Nine Serenities, its walls were lined with a multitude of surveillance screens, densely packed, numbering in the tens of thousands, displaying an incredibly rich variety of images.
The image of the Louyue era—the National Preceptor Pavilion of the State Preceptor, the bedrooms of the common people by the street…
The image of the Steam Age—Alice's destroyed home, the airship belonging to Su Rin and Little Black in the sky, the residents' houses…
The image of the Witch Age—Blackberry Emperor on the battlefront, the slum stained with plague…
And many other eras unseen by Su Ming'an, the Western Fantasy Age, the Martial Heroes Age, the Undersea Age, the Near-Future Age… In each surveillance screen, beautiful elves roamed the forests, chivalrous heroes drinking under the moon, mermaids holding pearls under the sea, uniformed people boarding an aircraft carrier…
This is not just the central control room of the Nine Serenities.
