Wang Zijia watched the two bickering kids with a smile, occasionally intervening. He became a role of mediation for them that they looked forward to, although this balance he struck was somewhat arbitrary, tilting according to his mood.
In the ruins of the city, among the rubble, bursts of argumentation echoed, accompanied by laughter and cheerful chatter.
Centuries of great melee, particularly in the last hundred years with the fall of immortals, are considered the dark age of the Spirit Suppressing Realm.
In such an era, in such an environment, the ability to enjoy such carefree moments was something truly unforgettable.
Perhaps, within this era, a pleasant childhood could indeed be a lifelong remedy.
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After a little more than two hours, Wang Zijia and the others completed a full search of the city.
Actually, he was more occupied with playing with the two kids, the searching and cleaning chores of the city fully handled by the Five Ghosts.
