The King's City District was another scene entirely.
By Zhou You's comparison, the outer district resembled medieval Europe, operating under the most primitive slavery, with excrement and sewage everywhere and no such thing as infrastructure. The core district had evolved into Britain during the Industrial Revolution, gaining a thin veneer of civilization while still treating people like livestock. The Central District had leaped straight into the garden cities of wealthy twenty-first-century nations: clean, tidy, and fully equipped with infrastructure.
As for the King's City District...
There was probably only one word that could describe it.
"Utopia."
Everywhere he looked, flowers bloomed and trees cast their shade. Tall plane trees and ginkgoes alternated along the streets, their enormous crowns intertwining overhead into natural canopies. Streetlights filtered through the leaves, becoming golden flecks that swayed gently in the breeze.
The buildings were masterpieces of modern design and nature. Baroque facades cleverly incorporated vertical gardens, blending Louvre-like elegance perfectly with modern ecological principles. Houses dotted the woodland, seemingly scattered at random yet possessing a neat, harmonious beauty.
Flowers of every color competed to bloom on their balconies and windowsills, their potted plants forming corridors of color. A clear stream even wound down the middle of the street, water lilies floating on its surface and countless pure white blossoms swaying in the wind.
Occasionally, Zhou You even saw birds fly past. He couldn't name them, but each had an almost perfect shape, as though... they had been created specifically for this paradise.
The cars had stopped outside the dividing wall, where they had transferred to several lavishly decorated carriages. Sansan sat opposite him without a word or a smile, leaving Zhou You feeling distinctly uncomfortable.
"Uh, you..."
Before he could finish a sentence, Sansan spoke.
"I know what you want to ask, Brother, but