"This is modernity!"
Jiang He stood in front of the glass window, looking out at the sparkling lights that adorned the bustling night in the city.
Under the vast night sky, viewing from high above, the magnificent nighttime scenery made her exclaim in wonder.
Having acquired her identity, her mindset had already shifted unknowingly, and now, she was reassessing the entirety of Jiangcheng.
This was human civilization, a world that had developed over twelve hundred years since the Tang dynasty.
"Hey, don't get so close. If you push the window too hard and fall out, I don't believe you can fly."
"I definitely can't fly at this height, but the window is sturdy, right...?"
"Don't try it. It may be sturdy for me, but not necessarily for you."
"Alright..."
Jiang He took a few steps to the side and peered eagerly down again.
Xu Qing was lying on the bed, lazily observing her silhouette. They were in the tallest hotel in Jiangcheng, and the two had come here—to check in to a room.
