By Chance, He Obtained the Thirteen-page Diagram and Transplanted the Morning Dew Flower!

When Hao Shuai and the girl arrived in front of the great ice house, they saw a group of little people, each about two feet tall, chasing one another and dancing in play.

These little people were only as big as one-year-old babies, but their bones and muscles were strong, and their flesh was much sturdier. Their features were just like those of ordinary people, as if normal adults had simply been shrunk down.

The strange sight left the little girl staring in stunned silence. When Hao Shuai saw the little people, he suddenly recalled that the book Shushan had mentioned a group of little people living near Bai Yang Cliff.

The little people here had originally been adults. They were not members of the Jingren tribe, but descendants of the ancient Huang Xia Kingdom. Ten thousand years ago, their people had possessed vast lands and a great population, but they had become depraved and failed to rouse themselves. They fawned on outsiders while fighting among themselves, were cunning and greedy, indulged in debauchery, and were cowardly and selfish. Their territory shrank and their people grew poor. Their kind grew shorter with every generation until their kingdom finally fell and their race was nearly wiped out.

Only a few little people escaped being slaughtered by foreign tribes. They fled deep into these mountains, living among the trees and rocks and roaming with deer and boars, prey to birds, beasts, insects, and snakes.

Their bodies were exceptionally frail, yet such outstanding people had still been born among them. Perhaps their fortunes had finally turned. The people of their recent generations had awakened to the mistakes of their ancestors and remembered the pain of their kingdom's fall, which had brought about this change.

Later, these little people had the misfortune of encountering