Ming Chu, a casual cultivator, didn't have many labyrinthine thoughts. Leaning against the railing, she pondered - why do the expressions of people from the three divisions all resemble those who have lost their parents?
Soon, she had an enlightenment, for she overheard two His Holiness from the Tianzang realm whispering not far away.
Pang Fei: "It could be expected for the Southern Region, but why do people from the other three divisions also have such expressions? Truly strange."
Guan Lieshan rolled his eyes and said casually: "One division eats sh*t, aren't the adjacent or opposite three divisions allowed to smell the sh*t fragrance?"
Pang Fei: "．．．．"
Whoa, that's some deep philosophy, seemingly vulgar yet rich in meaning.
My apologies, my apologies.
Ming Chu scanned the crowd on the vast and long City Wall, teeming with heads, but undoubtedly, this was a wall with a distinctive flavor.
The sh*t fragrance was lingering.
