Ying Zheng was flying in the cold and desolate outer space, the vastness of which was overwhelming. Cosmic rays passed by him every minute like a marching army, and he felt incredibly small and insignificant.
"Where are we going?" he questioned the lookalike, his curiosity piqued.
"We are going to a world that is about to be destroyed," the lookalike replied in his carefree and careless voice, which somehow managed to sound nonchalant.
"That is fine," said Ying Zheng. "Do I need to learn some common sense or something along those lines before we reach the destination?"
"No, I do not know the knowledge yet," said the lookalike. "I will have to steal it after reaching the destination, only then can I ameliorate it."
Ying Zheng was excited about the whole destination, but also a little bit nervous. He had never been to another world before, and he didn't know what to expect. But he was determined to find out.
