Chun's boat soon stopped in a sparsely vegetated area, where the ground was a pale yellow. Fisher glanced behind him and realized that in such a short time, they were already a hundred and eighty miles away from the Ideal Country. Yet, he felt they weren't traveling fast; even the wind brushing against his cheeks felt gentle.
It was as if time and distance had suddenly become extremely blurred. Fisher withdrew his gaze with a hint of amazement.
"Why come here? There's nothing here."
Mikhail asked first. Like the future Saint Nali working in the financial private equity sector, forced to work overtime deep into the night, he exuded resentment, revealing a hint of passive laziness from his core, wishing to return to rest immediately.
