The Opera Stage

"Th-Then... you're a god from the heavens!"

When the old man looked at Chen Feng, his eyes were filled with boundless shock.

Chen Feng turned back with a smile. "I wouldn't call myself a god. I only ate some of your food, so I used a little trick to help. I'm leaving, old man. There's no locust plague now, so nothing major should happen!"

Chen Feng rode away in dashing fashion, leaving behind a bag of corn.

Chen Feng still had some stored food in his space. After all, he needed to eat while traveling too. He was not some living immortal; he was merely an ordinary person with a few tricks up his sleeve.

He had more than enough food for himself, and the bag of corn was enough to help the old man get through this period.

Chen Feng continued on his journey.

He passed through desolate plains and stretches of woodland.

Along the way, he saw many corpses lying on the official road. They had already begun to rot, while the rivers nearby had dried up. Many places that had once been lush and green were gradually turning barren as well.

There was no one around, and the silence felt somewhat eerie.

When Chen Feng reached a city ahead, he saw many people lying beneath its walls, silently waiting to die.

Several of the gates were shut, barring people from entering or leaving. Only one gate stood open, but the soldiers guarding it had cold eyes and wore armor. If anyone dared to force their way in, the soldiers would thrust their spears forward and treat the intruder as a bandit.

However, when Chen Feng rode over and casually waved his hand, the guards immediately became dizzy, allowing him to enter the city with ease.

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