Weiyang was in a very grim mood.
The Silverchase City where he and his junior sister Qingshuang now found themselves was a gigantic space metropolis with a population of twenty to thirty million. It was also the largest orbital city on the New Continent, a place where every kind of person and outlaw in the entire universe had gathered.
It went without saying that human boys and girls like him and Qingshuang, who clearly seemed to have grown up in happy homes, stuck out like sore thumbs in such a place.
And yet, not a single person seemed surprised to see these two young humans, or to wonder what they were doing here.
No—if people had merely ignored them, that wouldn't have been a big deal. The problem was that they hadn't encountered a single person.
Yes, Weiyang and Qingshuang had been carefully making their way along this broad, empty corridor for nearly half an hour. They had stayed on the highest alert the entire time, but still hadn't met a soul.
Not an enemy, an ally, or even an NPC.
That was more than enough to make Weiyang uneasy.
"I've seen a scene like this before," Qingshuang told him. She was a year older than Weiyang and had just turned seventeen. "At the academy, in the training ground Grand Master refined. What was it called again? The Corridor of Time and Spirit? It looked just like this. It could simulate any scene or battlefield environment we'd ever seen, but there was nothing inside."
"Nothing inside?" Weiyang echoed. Looking at his senior sister's stern little face, he felt as if she were telling a ghost story.
"Right. Nothing." His senior sister emphasized it again, then lowered her voice and adopted the tone of someone telling a ghost story. "Of course,