"Smokeless City Number Three..."
Lu Yuan was stunned for a moment, momentarily perplexed by the name of the destination.
He immediately associated it with words like exhaust fumes, emission reduction, and environmental protection.
Unconsciously glancing up at Zhou Ling, the latter shook his head as if he knew what Lu Yuan was thinking. "No."
Lu Yuan blinked and blurted out, "A land without smoke, could it be a fairyland?"
This was also a legendary story mentioned in history books, similar to the origin of the adage, "A Flying Bear descends from heaven to establish a new era"—a tale describing an ancient place called the Land of Smokelessness, a paradise yearned for by all.
"Hmm."
Zhou Ling nodded. "It means a place devoid of worldly smoke and fire, referring to the fairylands of myth and legend. But the reality is..."
Zhou Ling's expression was somewhat complicated, his lips tightly pressed, as if he didn't know how to explain.
