Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.
The bustling city street is filled with a series of footsteps.
Red, blue, white, and black vehicles traverse the roads, with holographic light screens floating overhead.
Whoosh!!
A flying car slices through the sky, leaving a trail of white in its wake.
Nanjiang is changing rapidly, with more and more large corporations moving in; once rare, flying cars are gradually becoming commonplace.
Passersby rarely stop and stare anymore; on the sidewalks outside various supermarkets and shops, there is endless laughter and chatter. Some people walk hand in hand, smiling, while others sit on public benches, sipping milk tea and playing with their phones.
Tap. Tap.
Footsteps sound again as Chen Feng walks to the roadside opposite the Martial Arts Hall.
An elderly man in a black windbreaker stands on the wide gray stone plaza, bending over to hand a yellow helium balloon to a nearby little boy.
"Little friend, don't lose it next time."
"Thank you, Grandpa."
