Anke raised his head somewhat dazedly, looking around.
The buildings and scenes around him were fading at a speed visible to the naked eye.
It's as if the facade of the entire world is being wiped away, revealing a deeper, more authentic world.
A world covered in a purple sheen, somewhat blurry and semi-transparent.
Faintly, a noisy sound echoed in Anke's ears.
Anke instinctively wanted to withdraw his hand, but He Ao stopped him, "Don't move."
Soon, the noisy sound gradually dimmed and blurred, as if blocked by an invisible barrier.
Everything around once again became blurry, and finally, completely fixed into this form.
"You can let go now." At this moment, He Ao finally spoke slowly.
Anke instinctively withdrew his hand, turned his head, and looked at the surrounding indistinct world, "Where is this?"
Through the surrounding hazy light and shadows, he could vaguely see the dancers leaping on the stage, the bustling crowd below.
