Kai's heart raced as he stepped into the village, the unfamiliar sights and sounds enveloping him in a wave of anticipation. The absence of cultivators was a stroke of luck, allowing him to blend in unnoticed. As he tuned into the villagers' conversations, a jolt of surprise coursed through him—they spoke the language of the Enlightenment World, a tongue he thought was known only to his kin.
With cautious steps, Kai approached an elderly man who sat outside a modest hut, his face etched with the wisdom of years. "Sir, can you tell me about this place?" Kai asked, his voice laced with a feigned innocence.
The old man's eyes, warm and inviting, met Kai's with a gentle kindness. "Ah, young one, this is a peaceful village," he began, his voice a soothing balm to Kai's anxious spirit. "We live simple lives, far removed from the chaos of empires and wars."
