A military-plated hovercar left the mountain villa district, covering the straight-line distance to the main city ahead at near supersonic efficiency.
From a distance, the city's skyscrapers seemed to pierce the sky directly, and to accommodate more people, the city extended downwards, averaging over five hundred meters.
Sometimes, human society was just that peculiar.
Clearly, there were so many scenic places outside the city, yet people clamored to get into the city's core, even if it meant ascending to the heavens or descending underground.
Yang Ming crossed his legs, examining himself in the projection mirror. The crisp suit he wore, along with his freshly washed short hair standing straight, exuded an air of clean handsomeness.
Today's gathering was a chance to connect with several Imperial Nobles.
