The cold wind brushed through the trees and branches, and while Han Jing was actually nervous if the Wood Elf would actually go with him at dinner's end, they visited the park without much of a delay. Despite the flow of the traffic that usually crammed the city, honking cars and packed streets—it didn't stop them at all.
Wherever it was that Han Jing led them would be a street where the vehicles cleared themselves without much trouble. Nature over-strengthening that of the modern day, cars and men naturally resistant to heading in the same direction.
At least that was what he had come upon as a conclusion. The situation was too uncanny to be a simple coincidence, and while Hazelleaf would ooh and ahh at the tallest of buildings, enormous ones that towered and dwarfed men and vehicles alike, he would remark about how his trees would touch the skies.
It earned a roll of an eye from the Demon Lord.
Han Jing, slightly curious, asked her, "What about you…?"
