There is no doubt that the development has been extremely rapid over these twelve thousand years without the steward disciples harvesting lifespan.
Whether it's the development of martial arts or technology.
Both seem to have touched an invisible barrier.
The growth of the population is an even greater problem, as this Little World has begun to struggle with accommodating so many people.
If it weren't for Milton Cheney's introduction of several bills to limit the population, perhaps this Little World would have already been unable to fit everyone.
What Milton Cheney finds regrettable is that the development limit of this world is not enough to help him reach the end of the sky.
Therefore, in the end, he still has to rely on himself.
"It has been fifteen thousand years and no steward disciples from the Black Moon Sect have come again; something big must have really happened in the outside world,"
Within his room, Milton Cheney muttered to himself as he sat on a chair.
