Someone behind him immediately bumped into his back.
"Move!"
"Sorry."
Zixin quickly stepped aside.
But his eyes remained fixed ahead.
From the village, he had expected the city to be larger and richer.
He had not expected this.
The outskirts and the city might as well have belonged to two completely different worlds.
Huge buildings rose on both sides of the street — some made from stone and dark metal, others covered almost entirely in glass. Even stranger were the buildings that weren't connected to the ground at all.
They floated.
Zixin slowly raised his head.
Several structures hung high above the streets, supported by absolutely nothing. Bridges made of glowing light connected some of them, and small platforms moved between the different levels, carrying passengers.
Something flew overhead.
Zixin instinctively ducked.
A sleek silver vehicle shot between two buildings before disappearing around a corner.
Nobody reacted.
Zixin straightened slowly.
