As his voice fell, where his feet touched the ground, the concrete floor materialized, spreading out from him towards Zhou Wei.
In an instant, it was as if an empty hall had appeared.
"There are load-bearing columns here."
One by one, thick reinforced concrete load-bearing columns sprouted up, increasingly resembling the underground parking lot they had entered earlier.
With his eyes closed, he walked step by step. As his voice continued to echo, the three-story parking lot, including the various pipes and doors above, began to materialize.
Apart from the absence of cars, the layout here now had no difference from a real-world underground parking lot.
"What I'm saying is all true."
With Fake Mo Zhicheng's last sentence, the walls and columns, which still looked somewhat new and smooth like textures, aged as if eroded by time, eventually becoming indistinguishable from a real underground parking lot.
