This is a boundless white space. There is no up, down, left, right, nor any direction of gravity.
Yang Mengying sits in such a space. Just with a roughly virtual image. Xiang Shan is very clear that the other party hasn't modified the preset virtual body at all. It's just that Xiang Shan himself, in his own eyes, has overlaid a past image on the other party.
That was Yang Mengying in her twenties, just starting to cyberize.
Xiang Shan adds ground, increases gravity, and sets boundaries for this virtual space. Then, he raises his hand to conjure a chair, sits opposite Yang Mengying: "Shall we chat?"
Yang Mengying glanced at him: "At this point, there's really nothing to chat about."
Xiang Shan sits in front of her: "Don't be like this, Mengying. Even if we set aside my friendship with your grandfather, I'm still your teacher, your supervisor. I've watched you grow up and become an adult..."
