After once again correcting some of Lin Yuexiu's basic mistakes, Lin Hui finished absorbing the golden aura and left the small courtyard, his mood pleasant.
As he strolled home, he noted that the road connecting the suburbs to the city looked no different from an ordinary street in his previous life.
Hover cars zipped back and forth—some with passengers, some driverless, and some purely automated cargo trucks. Few people strolled along the roadside as he did.
Every so often, a golden spaceship would streak across the sky, leaving a special halo in its wake as it accelerated.
But that had nothing to do with ordinary people.
Only after living here for so many years did Lin Hui truly understand. The spaceships streaking overhead, the high-end hover cars zipping past on the road—they all belonged to a world completely separate from that of the common person.
They were merely scenery, like images on a backdrop, present in his world but utterly detached from it.
