Meanwhile, after entering the city, Monk Wuchen had wandered around for quite a while and gained a certain understanding of it.
At the same time, he discovered that the city had a subtle sense of incongruity.
It was not because the city's construction was so sharply divided, with one part of the urban district gleaming brightly, even luxurious, while another was chaotic, with dilapidated houses packed together.
Such things were actually nothing unusual in many places. After all, no matter the country, the vast majority of wealth and power was always held by a tiny minority.
Great Zhou was clearly not the first country he had visited. He had seen plenty of situations like this before.
What made Monk Wuchen feel that something was off was that in this city, where the obviously powerful and wealthy class stood above ordinary commoners, the commoners' lives were unexpectedly quite good.
It was even easy to tell from the expressions on their faces that the people here were extremely satisfied with their current lives. The entire atmosphere was full and positive.
This seemed incredibly strange to Monk Wuchen, and he could not help striking up conversations with some passing commoners.
The peaceful aura around Monk Wuchen made it difficult for those he approached to feel any aversion toward him. On top of that, a soldier in uniform was accompanying him, which made the commoners feel even more at ease.
Little did they know that the personal guard was sweating buckets the entire time.
This was clearly not what they wanted to see, but at the same time, he could hardly stop the man from talking to people, could he?
That left the personal guard completely helpless.
During this process, Monk Wuchen quickly deepened his understanding of Great Zhou through the mouths of these