The next morning began the same way as every other day around here. With low light filtering through dim corridor lamps, the echo of footsteps, the hum of fans pushing stale air through metal vents.
Fu Ling pushed himself out of bed and after a quick clean up, he opened his door and came face to face with Shen Jin. How long had he been waiting there?
Shen Jin stood with his hands clasped behind his back. He stared down at Fu Ling who clearly wasn't expecting the visit and still had damp hair from washing .
"Follow me."
Without waiting to see if Fu Ling would obey his orders, he turn d around.
Fu Ling had no choice but to sigh and trot after him.
He was really too short for his liking in this world. His eyes fell on Shen Jin's long legs and was slightly envious. Why was there so much difference between them?
The base was a maze of corridors and stairwells, some carved directly into stone, others lined with crude metal sheets.
