On a hundred-meter tall building, a group of five people stood quietly in front of a huge transparent floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the crowd in a frenzy below.
From the moment the Space Gate closed, Shangjing has been in a state of celebration.
Excited cheers put the city in a state of boiling, even in a high-rise building, the huge noise still filled their ears.
People waved their arms and shouted hoarsely, venting the excitement and joy in their hearts, the huge commotion making the high-rise buildings tremble slightly.
Compared to the excited crowd, these five appeared exceptionally calm.
"I didn't expect it to succeed!"
Among the five, the leader was a man in casual clothes, wearing a cat-faced mask. He was the first to break the silence, slowly stating.
His tone was somewhat complex, not knowing if it was joy or pain, or perhaps regret and relief, maybe it was both.
