"Tang Dynasty 1459?" Fred repeated this point in time, then a dog's paw stretched out, seemingly wanting to bend his fingers to calculate which year this was.
But the Persian cat opposite him, slapped his dog head with its paw and directly answered, "It's 2077."
"2077? 46 years later?" Fred shook his dog head.
Looking at the looming high-rises under the gloomy sky in the distance, he roughly understood what Lincoln meant.
"So, this chapter actually has nothing to do with Chang'an itself. The location, characters, story, and gameplay do not carry over. It's just using this label to tell a story with a sci-fi theme?"
"You could say that," Lincoln didn't deny, "keeping it under the 'Chang'an' framework is to merge traditional Chinese aesthetics with near-future sci-fi style to create a completely new style."