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A few minutes later, Li Qinwu returned to the grav-car and found that the driver had lit one of the cigarettes he had just given him and was smoking it.
When the driver saw Li Qinwu return, he hurriedly stubbed out the cigarette, tucked the butt back into the pack, and carefully placed it against his chest.
"Sir, where are we going next?"
Sitting in the car, Li Qinwu examined the one-yuan coin in his hand, deftly flipping it back and forth over his fingers.
He asked,
"By the way, you can see the chairs in God-Emperor Square from here, right? Did you see who I was talking to just now?"
The driver shook his head in confusion.
"No, sir. I only saw you sitting alone on that bench for a while before you came back."
Li Qinwu asked again,
"On the bench beside mine, there was an old man feeding pigeons. Didn't you see him?"
The driver looked even more confused.
"Sir, pigeons? You mean those flying birds?
Those things went extinct long ago. You can only see replica biological specimens in museums!"
Li Qinwu slowly leaned back against the seat, and the one-yuan coin spinning across his fingers sped up.
Suddenly, he clenched his hand around the coin, and a faint smile appeared on his face.
"All right, I understand. Set off for the Pilgrims' Corridor."
Elsewhere, at that moment, pilgrims from millions of planets streamed onto the Pilgrims' Corridor in wave after wave, arriving at the Ladder of Ascension.
Some arrived, some left, and then more arrived.
The enormous Pilgrims' Corridor was packed with hundreds of thousands of people at every moment!
Countless pilgrims had come from across the Milky Way