The teleportation ended, and before her vision fully recovered, Pang Meiqin was already drenched by raindrops the size of beans, turning her into a soaked chicken. She looked around, raised her hands above her head, and ran toward a shop by the street, taking shelter under the eaves from the rain.
This was a long street brimming with European style. Under the blanket of violent storm clouds in the sky, it appeared somewhat dim.
Pang Meiqin took a deep breath and gazed at the hurried passersby moving through the pouring heavy rain. She furrowed her brows.
This seemed to be late 19th or early 20th century Britain, in the midst of the Industrial Era. In the distance, towering smokestacks spewed black smoke into the sky, and the clatter of looms could be heard even from several streets away.
A carriage sped past, its horse hooves and tires splashing up pooled water, eliciting a flurry of curses from pedestrians.
