Once the pair of clasped hands on the statue opened again, the light around them gradually brightened. Li Qinglian blinked, adjusting to the shift from "dark" to "light."
She walked over to the hands and looked down. Below was an empty street lined with cracks from shifts in the ground structure at its edges, though these were nowhere near as catastrophic as the area affected by Lin Xingjie's loss of control. This was a place outside the storm, where the traffic lights beside the road were functioning normally.
Not far away, there was a gas station, a hardware store, and several chemical plant buildings. Private cars were parked in front of the factory gates. From this high vantage point, one could understand that this wasn't an area randomly abandoned during city reconstruction, but rather one that was still bustling with activity.