The ground beneath Xin Lin's feet seemed rather special.
The surface was not smooth, it appeared to have numerous carved marks.
"These on the ground are all special weathering patterns of Haotian Platform. Haotian Platform is located at the highest point of Wangjing City, and every night, the wind sounds like a crane's cry, very loud. These are natural patterns, they've been this way for years. In recent years, due to increased weathering, there's a trend for the patterns to expand outward."
Prince Yuan saw Xin Lin staring blankly at her feet and approached, smiling as he explained.
Also due to the wind, inside Haotian Platform, the lights on each level's lampstands couldn't be lit with normal lamps; earlier, when Prince Yuan lit the lamps, he had to use True Qi to ignite the forty-nine levels of lights.
Formed by weathering?
Xin Lin was somewhat surprised.
Because, in her view, these patterns on the ground didn't quite seem to be formed by natural forces.
