"I can't touch the door panel with my bare hands, but with a key, I can?"
In front of him, Ye Hanjun, who could see or hear nothing, had a fleeting thought.
He felt himself floating in "water", being carried by some kind of fluid to an unknown place.
Soon, a beam of light pierced his eyes, then took over his entire pupil.
Was it... white?
Ye Hanjun blinked, looking around in confusion.
He was no longer in the target training room.
But the place he had suddenly arrived was still dominated by swathes of white.
It was like a pristine little island, at first glance there was nothing, barren and desolate.
Ye Hanjun gazed farther afield.
Just beyond the white line, with the night as its base and the stars as its pearls, the brilliant starlight rose and fell.
They were clear, distant, mysterious, and quiet.
Like a paradise beyond the world, uninhabited for millions of years, only able to admire itself.
Looking back up overhead.
The grey sun appeared once again.