At this time, Old Dunling was also stepping into spring. The misty drizzle fell from the sky, arriving so suddenly, without any warning.
Samuel stood at the street corner, gazing at the gloomy sky, feeling the chill stirred by the wind, and couldn't help but button up his clothing. Most of the pedestrians on the road were like him, with long garments covering most of their bodies. Old Dunling is an industrial city, with the air filled with dispersed filthy particles. Such clothing can effectively block them out.
This is a very interesting city. It's hard for newcomers to accept these things. The industrial pollution erodes this city, but the core's vigorous power is constantly pushing the city forward. Destruction and rebirth coexist, with obsolete parts placed into the abyss at the bottom, and new technology constantly being built upon these remains, repeating in this manner.
