Song Lan strongly agreed with Rose's suggestion.
As a being who had long preferred the comforts of home, a marathon to him was tantamount to a natural enemy.
The Second Region was not far from the First Region, and as they chatted idly, the plane slowly landed on the rooftop helipad of a high-rise building.
As soon as they disembarked, Song Lan felt an intense sense of oppression—the city was simply too crowded. At a glance, skyscrapers rose everywhere, packed so closely together that only narrow gaps remained for pedestrians and vehicles to pass through.
The utilization of space by the people of the First Region had reached an astounding level; to facilitate more pedestrian traffic, the United Government's top architects had constructed "highways" in mid-air, with colored lights outlining several routes designated for hover cars.
Looking up at the sky, even the azure blue seemed almost obscured by airships.
