Yan Xiaobei looked up at the sky.
A cloudless sky, pure blue like a sapphire hanging above, flawless and pristine. Above the clear sky, a blazing fireball emitted intense heat, scattering across the earth.
He took a deep breath of the clear air.
Imprisoned hundreds of meters below in Prison Zero, the damp air and the stench of decay floating around made Yan Xiaobei feel nauseous; at least, that's how he felt at the moment.
His eyes swept across the playground, about several hundred square meters, like the sum of multiple football fields.
On the edge of the verdant lawn lay a bench fixed to the ground.
He walked over, leisurely sat on the bench, enjoying the warm sunshine. However, when the sweltering air poured down like mercury, Yan Xiaobei felt no warmth whatsoever.
