"Can you see it, everyone?"
Wu Tong stood beside Zhang Chulan, looked at the camera, and waved.
"Great Rimuru: of course we can see it. A modern city... I miss it so much."
"Camera Girl: what a beautiful view! I want to take a photo."
The scene chosen for the screen really was beautiful. The night sky, the world of smoke and fire, and the natural forest intertwined, painting a breathtaking picture of humanity and nature.
As March 7th said that, her hands were no slower. She raised a hand and recorded the scenery on the screen.
"Wandering the Mortal Realm: so that is the civilization built by humans? It is indeed extremely prosperous. It seems my decision to let go was undoubtedly correct."
"Red Oriole Immortal: what a peaceful world..."
Fuhua looked at the prosperous, thriving Shenzhou-style buildings, full of worldly warmth, and the peaceful, flourishing scene. A trace of envy and longing could not help but show in her eyes.
Wu Tong smiled as he watched the comments everyone sent and did not interrupt them.
After a while, everyone's emotions gradually settled down.
However, when they saw the eight-foot-tall man on the screen, those who knew Wu Tong's age still felt a little amazed.
"Dragon King Spews Water: Wu Tong, isn't your height a little abnormal? You're only twelve this year!"
"Great Rimuru: yeah, Wu Tong, you're developing way too fast."
Rimuru remembered its own height in the plot, then looked at Wu Tong on the screen and sent a message with some resentment. Why was even a child taller than it?
This was fucking twelve? He was eight feet tall at twelve?
"Wandering the Mortal Realm: young friend, why does everyone say you are twelve? Judging by your development, you should be at least over twenty."