The car slowly moved from the city towards the suburb, where the view on both sides went from skyscrapers to street-facing single-story houses, and finally to the undulating wheat fields.
Looking at such a scene, Sean Knight was reminded of the view beside the roads in his hometown when he was a child, which seemed somewhat similar.
If it weren't for a certain period of history engraved in their hearts, looking at the people working in the fields, there was really no much difference from his hometown.
Similar attire, the same skin color and hair, how could these people be so heartless?
It seemed that since the Sui and Tang Dynasty, these people had been harbouring an indescribable purpose, while probing into their own homeland in various ways.
When China was strong, they appeared so humble on the surface, learning all sorts of etiquette from China, and even more so with deeper intentions.
