Avengers Cult

However.

Not all natives of the Green Basket Realm were as meek and respectful toward the Myriad Heavens Race as the carriage driver.

This world, too, had its discordant notes.

That evening.

Inside the luxurious restaurant at the highest point of the city.

It was also the most upscale restaurant in the city.

Without question.

Cheng Han and Qian Qingqing were enjoying dinner together while admiring the Green Basket Realm's distinctive scenery through the Giant Glass windows.

As an aside.

This city was located within the Myriad Heavens Race's core-controlled territory.

Within the one-kilometer area at the summit of this Sky Tower Green Basket, only the Myriad Heavens Race, Green Basket Nobles, and certain designated groups were qualified to reside.

Inside the restaurant.

There were quite a number of Myriad Heavens Race faces.

Some Green Basket People with darker complexions and Double Pupils were dressed exquisitely, clearly members of the privileged class.

Interestingly, every Green Basket Person here, whether customer or waiter, spoke fluent Myriad Heavens Language.

Most of them even had extremely standard accents.

There was another telling detail.

If a Green Basket Person's accent was less than standard, carrying even the slightest trace of an accent, their voice would noticeably drop.

Even the serving waiters would cast glances their way that contained a faint, almost imperceptible contempt.

Cheng Han keenly noticed this and could not help shaking his head.

He recalled events from another time and space, feeling deeply moved.

Across from him.

Qian Qingqing gazed out the window and sighed softly. "It's so beautiful!"

As far as the eye could see.

The night sky was scattered with countless colorful stars, breathtakingly beautiful.

To be fair.

This plane had no such thing as "stars," nor did the concept of a "starry sky" exist.

A spectacular night scene filled