Chapter 293 The Tower of Heaven is Really Killing Us

Thousands of years ago, there was no industrial pollution. When night fell, stars in the sky were like gems set on black cloth. Lin Luoran is in a relatively clean and tidy room in a group of low houses made of mud. She looks outside the window and sees an oasis in the earth-yellow city with so many mud houses under the stars. A higher wall encircles a higher land in the city. That is the palace of the Neo-Babylonian Empire.