Liu Di continued walking through the bustling market.
Redback, with a Furball Chicken perched atop his head, followed slowly behind.
He did not dare look too closely at the goods on the stalls, because the moment he stopped and showed even the slightest interest, the owner would insist on giving them to him for free.
The passersby he encountered along the way all wore smiles and nodded to Liu Di.
Besides that.
Liu Di noticed something else peculiar: quite a few T5 residents were elderly, while others were very young children.
And judging by their calm, carefree demeanor, they seemed to have no meditative appearances either, all showing their true selves.
Clearly, they were weak. In any other region of the Brain Realm, they would have found it difficult to survive.
Liu Di grew increasingly puzzled. Could T5 be a paradise that sheltered the weak?
As he pondered.
Quite a few residents ran past Liu Di, every one of them looking excited.
Someone shouted, "Hurry, hurry! T5's Number One Storyteller is about to begin again! Move too slowly and you'll miss the show!"
Storytelling?
That was a rather rare form of entertainment.
Liu Di was instantly intrigued. Looking up, he saw a black wooden table set up in an open space ahead. Behind it sat a weathered middle-aged man wearing a tall hat, upright and composed.
In front of the man, nearly a hundred commoners had already gathered in a bustling crowd, sitting on little stools and waiting eagerly.
Even atop the low walls nearby, many half-grown children sat barefoot, chins propped on their hands, waiting quietly.
Liu Di strolled forward.
Sure enough, listening was free, and tips were entirely voluntary.
The moment Liu Di approached the crowd, many people warmly made way for him. Someone even gave up a