Luo Chuan and Yao Ziyan both greatly approved of Su Nan's plan to settle in Jiuyao City long-term, but they did not say much about it. Speaking too deeply with a shallow acquaintance was never a good thing. After all, they had only just met and shared a dinner together.
What they felt more of was curiosity about Su Nan.
If things were truly as written in the novel, Su Nan should have lived on Tianlan Continent for a very, very long time. She could be considered a living history book, having crossed journeys of thousands and tens of thousands of years before finally arriving before them.
For instance, she might have witnessed the founding of New Huaxia, gazed at the stars and admired the moon in the Old Summer Palace, sailed with the Ming navy through rolling waves, and heard a white-robed scholar drunkenly declare, "Why cling to a fleeting name, when I could trade it for light drinks and soft songs?" She might have seen with her own eyes the peerless splendor of an empress for the ages, lived through an era when the realm was divided into three and another when heroes fought for supremacy, seen kings who lit beacon fires across the land just to win a beauty's smile, witnessed the founding of the first dynasty, joined the hunt for mammoths, endured the primitive age of eating raw meat and drinking blood, and watched countless races perish with the coming of the Ice Age.
That was roughly the image Su Nan held in Luo Chuan's mind.
Of course, Tianlan Continent and Earth were ultimately somewhat different.
At the very least, there were enormous differences in the course of history and the birth and evolution of species. Spiritual energy and many other forms of energy had played