Actually, Ding Dang did not need to remind us. We had all heard human activity not far ahead—how did I know just from the sound that it was humans rather than beasts in the woods?
Duh, do birds and animals curse their mothers?
"Sounds like someone's fighting something?" Qian Qian listened carefully, then headed toward the noise. "A Jun, let's go take a look. Maybe someone needs help."
Even without her saying so, we had to go see. This was clearly a good opportunity to make contact with the locals. My many trips through different worlds over the years had taught me one thing: drawing a blade to help someone in trouble was the first step toward friendly communication with natives of another world. After all, differences in culture, clothing, and customs were hard to bridge through words and introductions alone. Saving someone from danger was the one universal gesture of goodwill. How many situations had only opened up after we did a good deed? Sometimes I even wanted to write a Beginner's Guide to World-Hopping, specifically teaching people who did not travel between worlds often how to build connections in another world. That would count as spiritual wealth left behind by the Head of State for the billions of citizens of the Macro World. The reason I never wrote it was because I worried about misleading people. My ability to explain things was not great to begin with, and if I ran into a reader with poor comprehension, they might make their first move after arriving in another world by digging pits, burying mines, and setting traps outside people's homes, then wait for locals to fall in and cry for help before rushing over to save them and introduce themselves. Wouldn't that be sinful? The world was full of