Wang Dawei and the others exchanged looks and smiled, pulling out their cell phones and handing them to Lin Yingying.
He introduced to Lin Yingying, "The photos we took are on here. I don't know about other places, but where we went was basically poor, remote mountain folks. Their lives are pretty much like our ancient times, don't even mention technology. Transportation relies on walking, security relies on dogs. Communication relies on shouting, and entertainment relies on... hands."
"Get lost!"
Lin Yingying's face flushed red as she understood the last part, and using the Beijing curse she had just learned, she chuckled as she scolded Wang Dawei.
Long Fei rubbed his head, he could sort of guess what was going on.
If God opens a window for you, He must close another.
If one world has a powerful cultivation civilization, then the scientific civilization is bound to be behind.
