The Snow White Flood Dragon's eyes resembled the sun and moon, and the terrifying aura it radiated made the Florist's face change drastically.
At the critical moment, Su Yi seized the Grass Snake by the neck and threw it away.
The horrifying scene the Florist had seen vanished along with it.
Rubbing his brow, he said in alarm and bewilderment, "I clearly remember that, amid that downpour-like Sword Qi back then, the Snow White Flood Dragon on this Grass Snake was slain. Why... is it still here? Could it be..."
Su Yi said, "Take another look."
The Florist nodded.
The two walked shoulder to shoulder. From far away, they could see wisps of cooking smoke curling above many homes in the village.
The sounds of roosters crowing and dogs barking drifted over from afar.
Setting aside all of Yunmeng Village's strange and terrifying aspects, the scene before them truly looked no different from an ordinary secluded village.
Along the way, the Florist saw many sights that should have been destroyed long ago.
Green date trees laden with fruit, spiders weaving webs in the corners of walls, large white geese pacing along muddy paths...
Scenes that should have vanished countless ages ago were now reappearing before his eyes one after another.
Most importantly, they encountered many villagers along the way!
Some sat beneath mulberry trees enjoying the shade, some fed livestock in their courtyards, while groups of three or five children chased each other and played...
When they saw these two outsiders, many villagers warmly came up to greet them, their faces full of simple, honest smiles.
Yet all of this shook the Florist to the core.
He knew every one of those villagers.
Even those children chasing and playing had once attended the classes he taught at the village school!