The rebuilt Zhu Xi Building was majestic and imposing, even more magnificent than before.
It soared into the clouds, standing over a hundred stories tall.
At that moment, in a luxuriously decorated room on the top floor, Hu Qi stood quietly before a floor-to-ceiling window.
From his high vantage point, the entire city of Anshan unfolded before his eyes.
Outside, snowflakes like goose feathers drifted and swirled in the wind, descending slowly.
The world was a canvas of pure white, like a tranquil and beautiful painting.
The sight was enough to calm one's heart.
Suddenly, a crackling sound, like popping soybeans, rang out.
A white point of light ignited within Hu Qi's body, followed by a faint white glow emanating from his skin.
Hu Qi withdrew his gaze and looked at his reflection in the darkened floor-to-ceiling glass.
It was the figure of a person emitting a faint white glow, almost like a human-shaped lightbulb.
