The reason he called the tribe relatively normal rather than normal was because Lu Li felt that in this mad world, anyone who was completely normal simply could not survive.
Take Emily, for example. She was definitely not normal, because a normal sixteen-year-old girl would not threaten suicide at every turn to ensure she did not reveal her tribe's location, nor would she suffer from such severe persecution delusions.
It was precisely because she understood that her persecution delusions were true most of the time that she had been so determined to kill herself.
Emily probably rarely went out. Her way of thinking and common sense had all been instilled in her by the tribe's people—or rather, by the old man before Lu Li.
"Mr. Lu, you've really stumped me. Unfortunately, I don't know how long the tribe has existed either."
Ji Hong said, "I only know that we were already living here at the beginning of this epoch. Unless necessary, we never interacted with outsiders. Mr. Lu is an exception."
"Why?"
Lu Li asked. "The humans outside seem to possess fairly advanced technology. If you had their medicine, Elder Ji wouldn't be waiting to die from an infected wound, would you?"
Ji Hong took a sip of tea and looked at Lu Li. "Mr. Lu, why ask when you already know? You know how those people operate. They aren't human at all. In a sense, they may be even more terrifying than monsters."
Lu Li thought of the scene on Aizen's side and felt that Ji Hong had a point. If the humans outside discovered this place, the tribe would likely become a new human farm.
"Though the tribe is poor now, as long as we follow the rules handed down by our ancestors, we can still avoid the