As the days passed, more and more people arrived at Same Moon Planet.
Just how many were there?
There were people everywhere, that it was difficult to set up even a tent.
It couldn't be helped. Although the planet colossal, almost everyone in the universe was running over now, so how could it not be crowded?
The problem was, it was one thing for youngsters like you to come, but those white-bearded old geezers also came, so what kind of excitement were they getting themselves involved in?
'You people definitely won't be able to enter.'
But they didn't care, not about age, or relative age. Tons of people came, forcefully stuffing themselves in.
"Imperial Son Ze!"
"Imperial Son Xuan!"
"Imperial Son Ming!"
Several more days passed, and the Golden Generation finally arrived one after another.
