The Tomb Guardian brother indeed spoke truthfully; the local customs are truly different.
Although surprised by the suggestion, the former still displayed the open-mindedness of someone disembarking, leading the way without questioning the purpose.
And as they went deeper in, Fu Qian noted that indeed they no longer encountered roadside bandits or such offerings of the flesh.
Even the expressions on the faces of passersby no longer bore that anxious appearance; most, like the Tomb Guardian, seemed more like normal people at peace with time.
Of course, the population density was much smaller, and the bustling chaos of Sin City was no more.
The luminous glass reflected all around, the magnificent golden-white buildings, yet hardly anyone was encountered along the way.
No wonder it's hard to form a community; for those who love excitement, if they don't find some kind of fun, this Paradise might feel a bit torturously lonely.
"To be honest, isn't this place a bit too deserted?"
