Sixth level?
That was truly incredible. Just imagining a city floating in the air with a full seven levels was a spectacular sight.
And from the sound of it, the higher up one lived, the higher their status probably was. Class divisions were clearly marked simply by where people lived.
After answering that question and seeing that Xu Zhi did not ask anything else, Qi Yanxin headed to the kitchen to cook. Though calling it a kitchen was generous—it was really just a cooking area set up in one corner of the living room, complete with a gas canister.
Seeing that, Xu Zhi found it rather strange. There were many contradictions here. The technology seemed far more advanced than the Federation's—such as the aerial city, cybernetic bodies, precise weather forecasts, and even some of the equipment in Ye Ran's father's eighteenth-hand car, which Xu Zhi found novel.
Yet judging from life in the slums, this place was far behind the Federation. At the very least, the Federation had stopped using gas canisters long ago. The old electrical appliances and other daily necessities also carried a strong sense of cheap retro style.
Was it because this place was too poor, an abandoned land where even basic infrastructure had never been built?
Then what did the supposedly more "luxurious" city overhead look like?
Was it also this crowded and cheap?
Probably not.
She did not know whether those people who had built the prison were in this city. But even if they were, they were probably at the very top. Could they have guessed that a fish that had slipped through the Federation's net had landed at the bottom?
The thought only circled through Xu Zhi's mind once before she stopped worrying about it. Rather than fret over things she could do