Although one can live comfortably anywhere with money.
Lin Mo genuinely wanted to return to his own country.
Without going into specifics,
just walking on the domestic roads and seeing the familiar environment and people of the same skin color made him feel very secure.
Unlike before, no matter which country he was in, he always felt like a stranger in a strange land, and often things were very inconvenient to do.
Although Lin Mo could now speak English, America was not one complete nation, but a union of many federates, each with different ways of speaking and communicating, and there was nothing like the universal Mandarin of Grand Xia.
Communication was extremely cumbersome, and there were several occasions when translation issues resulted in everyone leaving unhappy.
"Huh...."
"Now that I'm back, there's no rush to do things; why not take a good stroll around Rakshasa City first."
