Chapter 2: Could Only Develop in an Abstract Direction
It was exactly sunset time.
The afterglow of the setting sun scorched the sky fiery red, intertwining with the neon lights just flickering on in the center of Wind Capital, creating a hazy, ambiguous purple-red hue.
The weather was clear today, visibility excellent. From this angle, one could even vaguely make out the city center dozens of kilometers away.
Skyscrapers stood densely packed, elevated highways coiled around the city's body like arteries, with the evening rush hour traffic flowing endlessly upon them, just like the city's blood vessels.
Yet.
Before the colossal building at the very center, all the surrounding structures seemed to shrink and sink low.
At the top of a gray tower reaching nearly a thousand meters high, four enormous white metal blades slowly rotated, driven by the wind.
Whether in the bustling central business district or the suburbs, as long as one looked up, they could basically see this building called "Wind Capital Tower."
Eighteen years ago, this structure was completed, and it was from this that Wind Capital got its name.