Martial Emperor had just entered the arrivals corridor. Her long hair hung loose, and she wore a dark turtleneck sweater and wide-legged trousers beneath a light gray trench coat that seemed to be a men's version, rather oversized. Yet her figure still looked slender. She carried no luggage, only a somewhat worn handbag, and approached with a smile.
As she drew nearer, Ronan saw that her collar was half turned down and half standing up, a little too casual. She truly looked travel-worn after a long journey.
But the flight from the Seventh District to the Twelve Great Districts was only three and a half hours at most. What kind of long journey was that... Well, if the airship trip from Los Angeles to Xia City, which took over a day, were added in, then it certainly counted.
So was this really Martial Emperor herself?
For a moment, Ronan felt lost.
At that moment, he could not even distinguish the difference between Outer Earth and Inner Earth. Countless possibilities ran through his mind, yet he could find no definite way to verify any of them.
It was then that he recalled how Martial Emperor had discussed methods of crossing the barrier between Inner and Outer Earth with him last week. At the time, he had frankly and sincerely answered, "Soul projection." What had Martial Emperor's answer been?
"More or less."
So this was what Martial Emperor meant by "more or less"!
Amid these tangled, chaotic thoughts, Ronan watched Martial Emperor walk to within twenty paces of him, smiling as she raised an arm and waved in greeting.
Ronan instinctively raised his hand and waved back.
The driver behind him knew they had found the right person and hurriedly lifted the pickup sign even higher, afraid that the woman opposite would