The sci-fi infused glass corridor was lined with aliens from different planets and races, most wearing expressions of relaxed pleasure. Lan Xue, however, puffed up her face and complained, "Hunting Planet is really terrible—the organizers clearly have the capability to let everyone bypass the queue and register through the data network, yet they insist on making us spend hours stuck here in line."
Bai Zhongqi was clad in a chestnut gray wool coat, his trousers cropped at the ankle, and a pair of Oxford shoes that were no longer in vogue on Earth, underlined by a discreet suit vest and a light coffee-colored high-collar sweater. Together with the Chancellor's currently slightly ascetic handsome face, there were often flirtatious glances from the women of the Primate Clan sliding his way through the crowd.
