Lian had just entered the secret world when pure and nostalgic astral winds gushed over him. He took a deep breath in contemplation, feeling the remnants of that preserved Qi from a planet that no longer exists.
As he looked ahead, he had already heard and sensed the human blood in the entire environment. Most of the young people from the faction newly arrived in the capital were like flowers grown in a greenhouse, who had never experienced true danger and had not adequately prepared due to their great unfounded confidence in their abilities.
On the other hand, the second and third generations were tempered in this world and others, witnessing over half of their peers dying before their eyes. Even those who were much more talented than them could not survive.
