"Mm~" Fangsheng let out a sound, stretched lazily, and tossed aside the cloak covering him. His vision refocused as he looked ahead, only to be completely dumbfounded by the scene before him.
"What on earth? What on earth did Lewan cram into the workshop?" he muttered involuntarily. He saw that the factory floor had been divided into several sections by illusory white pillars and some equally illusory white barriers. Looking across it at a glance felt as though the entire workshop had been given a hazy, semi-transparent filter.
Fangsheng stood up, stored his cloak away in his spatial storage, and then reached out to touch the barrier closest to him, only to find his hand passing straight through it.
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