March 3rd, Imperial Capital City.
The international airport was bustling with people. A young man with a backpack followed the crowd and made his way out of the arrivals gate.
Instantly, a wave of warmth washed over him. Most people on the street were wearing single layers or short sleeves, which made Rong Taotao, still in his down jacket, seem a little out of place.
It was truly as warm as spring, with a pleasant climate.
"Heh..." Rong Taotao took a deep breath, but instead smelled a whiff of smoke. He turned his head and saw travelers gathered around a nearby trash can, all smoking and borrowing lighters right after getting off their flights...
A century ago, Imperial Capital City wouldn't have been a scene of blossoming spring in early March. The tail end of winter would likely still be lingering, and the weather would still be cold.
But ever since the Starfield Vortex appeared, everything was different.
