Wenren Sheng and his family of several people soon entered the Storyless Kingdom under his guidance.
Of course, there had originally been no stories there, but once Wenren Sheng arrived, a story emerged.
Otherwise, he would have had nothing to say.
The Storyless Kingdom.
It lay on a small island in the sea.
Everything around it was calm and still.
Like an island in a pond.
There had never been any storms.
Warm in winter and cool in summer.
It was a lonely and beautiful island.
The waters around it rippled gently, while seagulls flew freely through the sky.
This was a paradise without worries or pressure.
There was a small hill on the island.
The hill was lush with grass and trees, its shade thick and dense.
From atop the hill, one could see the rest of the island.
Thousands of white cottages were scattered along the shore.
Each house held only one person.
In other words, there were only a few thousand people in the kingdom.
Yes, the Storyless Kingdom could not possibly have too many people.
With too many people, stories would inevitably arise.
Though these cottages were simple, they possessed a unique charm.
Fishermen often fished along the shore.
Leisurely fishing was one of the joys of their lives.
Many people would fish for an entire month at a time.
Without ever leaving.
As for meals, they simply had someone deliver them.
On the other side of the island was a beach.
The white sand was covered in short, dense vegetation.
There were also many strangely shaped rocks, carved apart by the crashing waves.
Walking barefoot along the beach felt like writing upon the sand.
It gave one a thoroughly refreshing sensation.
It completely cast off the tension of ordinary life.
Just as Wenren Sheng had