The sky had already darkened, taking on a dim hue, and the surrounding air had grown cold.
Jiang Zheyu had discovered that on this Deserted Star, the temperature was scorching in the morning but would plummet at night.
So, as the sun set, the air began to cool.
The sky here was always shrouded in a haze. Even when the sun rose, it was as if its light was filtered through a layer of gray gauze, casting a wan, muted glow rather than intense rays.
Shan Xun grabbed Jiang Zheyu's hand and walked out of the research base. At the entrance, he transformed into a huge, sleek, black, and luxurious Mecha.
"Come on up." The massive, sleek, black Mecha crisply knelt on one knee, making the ground seem to tremble slightly. Its enormous mechanical palm came to rest on the ground in front of Jiang Zheyu.
The Mecha's crisp movement stirred a gust of wind, making Jiang Zheyu's jet-black hair flutter.
