Regardless of your identity, whether you had been kissed or not, or what kind of life you led in the past, everything would disappear the moment you stepped on the land of Shambhala.
Right now, they were approaching their destination.
Following the choppers in front, the skytrain traversed in the ever-surging thick fog for almost an hour. Silvan had shut down every radar system, making them disappear off the grid. The world seemed dead. Aside from the rumbling of the engine and the chuffing of the chopper, there was only an eerily silence.
Everybody was sitting in their own seats. Some of them were taking a nap while others just stared blankly into the fog-laden sky. No matter what they were doing, all of them were waiting for the same thing—the final moment.
Lin Sanjiu was forced back to reality by a noise.
"Captain, wake up. Captain!"
