With their leader gone, the effort to track down Lin Xiaofan naturally slackened.
One day.
Bored out of her mind, Lin Xiaofan went strolling through the streets.
Then she saw a ragged wanderer on the street reach out to her. "Beautiful old lady, spare me some money."
Lin Xiaofan flew into a rage.
Even after living tens of thousands of years, she could still be driven by her emotions.
That was one reason Wenren Sheng admired her.
In fact, human technology had long since solved the problem of basic prosperity.
This guy was skin and bones, his face full of sickness.
It was obvious his condition was entirely the result of personal choices.
Alcoholism, indulgence in food, drink, sex, and gambling, no self-control... it was roughly that simple.
If Lin Xiaofan had not known he was one of her descendants, she would have kicked him to death.
How dare he call her an old lady? That detestable bastard. She did not spare him another glance before walking away.
There were countless people like him.
She could not manage them all.
But in her anger, she forgot one thing: how had that wanderer known she was old?
Afterward, she returned to Wenren Sheng.
Wenren Sheng glanced at her without speaking and continued with his research.
The two of them no longer interacted with the people around them.
Instead, they dug deeper and deeper underground.
Living underground had another advantage: they could dig tunnels wherever they pleased.
Then fill in the tunnels behind them.
That made them difficult for ordinary people to search for.
Unless they scanned the entire million-li area.
But even scanning could easily miss things.
After all, under Lin Xiaofan's sky-piercing luck, even technological instruments could not escape the fate of malfunction and breakdown.
However, after Hibernation Technology was