In the end, Lü Yue was still unwilling to make decisions on his own. However, he did not disregard Mountain Lord's suggestion either, and used a special method of contact to send Meng Zhao a message asking for guidance.
Meng Zhao and Ao Bing were in no hurry to return to Lingwu City. Like a young couple deeply in love, they leisurely and contentedly toured the area around Hengqu Mountain, visiting many famous sights and historical sites, and experiencing much of the local customs and culture.
The sights within the cities in particular—the streets and alleyways, antiques, opera houses, storytelling halls, gambling gardens, and so on—were all highly entertaining.
Although Ao Bing had been in the Land within Divine Continent Passes for some time, she had mostly been rushing about with Meng Zhao or staying in martial Sacred Lands such as Fire Dragon Cave, rarely coming into contact with the outside world.
In truth, this environment was much the same as Shanhua's. They seemed to walk the world, yet were actually separated from it by a thick barrier.
Only in these past few days, following Meng Zhao around, had she gained a deeper understanding of the prosperity of the Human Clan.
In her own words, it was no wonder the Human Clan had dominated the Divine Continent and defeated the Hundred Clans. It was entirely deserved, because the Land within Divine Continent Passes and the Arctic Ice Plains were like two different worlds, their levels of civilization separated by an enormous gulf.
Leaving aside everything else, even the utensils used for meals—among the Human Clan, there were all kinds of utensils forged from different materials: plates, bowls, dishes, chopsticks, forks, ladles, and more.
In many places on the Arctic Ice Plains, things were still like the barbaric age. People ate