After coming out from the No. 9 lift passage, Xu Huo instinctively raised his hand to shield his eyes. Although there was heavy traffic before him, all transportation was concentrated on the ground. The city, obsessed with platinum color, was almost entirely filled with similar metallic tones in his field of vision—buildings, roads, vehicles, and robots slowly walking on the street. Only the hover advertising devices occasionally sweeping past overhead delivered colorful changes with their promotional ads.
"What are you standing there for?" Li Kun waved to call over a flying car, "High altitude traffic is prohibited here. The flying vehicles for ordinary people run close to the ground, and the airspace over twenty meters is a special passage for the government."
The hover advertising devices surrounding the car all moved aside as the passengers boarded and switched off the advertisements, turning into a mechanical eye that opened:
