The rain stopped the next day, but the sun remained hidden. The temperature, however, soared, turning the entire Imperial City into a giant steamer—hot, stuffy, and incredibly humid.
The moment Shen Lu opened her door, a wave of hot, damp air hit her in the face. She had only taken a couple of steps before sweat began to bead on her forehead.
"What is with this awful weather? It's so weird."
Shen Lu couldn't help but complain, fanning herself continuously with her hand.
When she reached the No. 3 Landfill, the thick smell of rust assaulted her nostrils, making them itch. Shen Lu let out a series of sneezes before she finally stopped.
"This is going to be the death of me."
Shen Lu muttered to herself, covered her mouth and nose, and entered the landfill with her tools.
After she had knocked over a metal tower the day before, the entire "forest" of towers in that area had collapsed, slightly altering the landscape of the landfill.
