"Come on, come on, we're watching movies again today. What genre do you like? War films?"
Seeing the disgusted looks on most of the people below, the projectionist above smiled and shook his head.
"Who wants to watch war films? Their fighting isn't even as brutal or real as ours. Uh, how about something artistic? A romance from the Roman era?"
"Science fiction!"
"I want to watch a business war film."
It looked like they would once again fail to reach a consensus today. Lu PingAn, seated in the back row as well, quietly asked the person beside him.
"What do you want to watch? I'll pick it for you."
"I..." Her single eye glowed faintly yellow in the darkness. The little village girl barely recognized a few words, much less knew anything about film genres.
"...Could you play that one again? The one from yesterday."
"Sure."
Lu PingAn directly called someone over and gave a few instructions. The huge screen began playing once more.
As soon as the familiar scenery appeared—those rust-stained skyscrapers, along with the rising and falling Factory Steam Whistles—someone complained.
"This one again? We've already watched it four times. We watch it every day."
"If you don't want to watch, then leave. I happen to want to watch it."
Some complained, some cursed, and some simply turned and left. But most of the audience remained, more than ninety percent of them from the Long-Hand Tribe and the Fishmen.
"Ancient City is located on the Chu Zhong Plain in the south-central region of the Eastern Kingdom. It was once an Ancient Battlefield and a cradle of civilization. Today, it is also a populous modern metropolis. Diversity and progress are what we strive for."
Lu PingAn yawned. The stuff playing overhead was boring as hell. If the Long