"Is this the world that Your Lordship entered?" Sheryl walked along the castle's aerial corridor, looking down at the bustling metropolis that even heavy snow could not conceal, especially the areas beyond the capital center and the surviving defensive perimeter. That was where the traits belonging to this city's high-tech civilization were gathered—
Tall buildings, a steel forest, landscaped dots, and crisscrossing roads formed the outline of this ultramodern city.
It was not just towering into the clouds, nor was it merely orderly construction; there were also various architectural designs rich in technological and artistic sense, and the latter was its soul.
An Yang pursed his lips. "You could say that."
Lydia, however, frowned and said, "If it is, it is; if it isn't, it isn't! What do you mean by you could say that?"
An Yang glanced at this cousin who could not be tamed no matter how he whipped her in bed, yet habitually put on an elder's airs once she got out of it. It was very difficult to keep things from her. It was not because she possessed more wisdom than Cousin Sheryl, but because she was not as "understanding" as Cousin Sheryl. Upon hearing such ambiguous words, she would absolutely not just nod and let it go with an oh.
Yet some matters were truly inconvenient to let them know, especially inconvenient to let her know, so he could only continue vaguely, "World travel is an ability, not a door. I have been to quite a few worlds, and this is just one of them."
"I see," Sheryl nodded and said.
Lydia frowned, though she did not say much else, presumably accepting this answer.
An Qi silently followed behind the three of them. She did not know whether her relationship with her own Divine General