"We are not from other cities, nor is the master of the Immortal Tomb space a god of your Dream Ruins City," Yan Zi explained. "We are... People from the outside."
She briefly introduced the origins of the group to He Zhao.
Upon hearing this, He Zhao was dumbstruck. His worldview, formed over more than a decade, had collapsed today.
The sky outside was not deep grey. When wheat ripened, it turned golden yellow. There were no Nightmare Demons hiding in the dark; there was no need to light a lamp when sleeping or worry about being dragged into a well by these demons while fetching water. Cultivating a piece of land yielded plenty of food, without the life-threatening risk of gathering outside the city. Children could live with their parents, everyone could easily live over a hundred years, and even cultivation didn't reduce one's lifespan...
He Zhao pursed his lips, feeling a surge of tears.
Is this what the real world is like?
