"What is that?"
The private plane crossed the vast sea of clouds, accompanied by the puzzled inquiry of Wu Ganglie sitting beside him.
Li Cheng, who was reading a book by the sofa, lifted his head and looked out the window.
The bright sunlight illuminated the endless white clouds stretching out like grasslands.
Above the white clouds, in the clear firmament where only the sun used to hang, a gigantic planetary phantom shadow occupying half of the sky was slowly emerging.
"Is that 'the Ruins'?"
Wu Ganglie, sitting opposite Li Cheng, furrowed his eyebrows, "Wasn't that 'Blood Sun Mirage' taken care of by 'K' last time?"
"I'm afraid it's not a 'Phantom Shadow'."
Li Cheng kept his head raised, gazing at the huge planet above the sky.
His eyes swept over the emerald colors of that planet, over its desolate and ruined cities, "That is the real Ruins."
