In the blink of an eye, the stars shifted and the heavens turned. When they looked again, they were in another world.
"Brother Lan, welcome to my hometown," Bai Yang said with a smile, looking at Lan Xin beside him.
They had appeared in a room inside Bai Yang's dojo, high above the Alps on Earth. It was built of wood, with an antique charm.
After looking around, Lan Xin said curiously, "Brother Bai, there doesn't seem to be anything different here. We've just changed locations."
Bai Yang smiled, stepped forward, and pushed open the window. Then he turned to Lan Xin and said, "Take another look, Brother Lan."
Lan Xin's expression froze as she looked out the window. As someone in the Human King Realm, her gaze seemed able to pierce the void. In an instant, countless strange and wondrous scenes flooded her mind.
Clothing she had never seen, languages she had never heard, ways of life she had never imagined—everything was unfamiliar and fascinating to her.
"This..." For a moment, Lan Xin couldn't find the words to describe what she had seen.
Leaning against the window, Bai Yang shrugged. "Brother Lan, as you can see, this is my hometown. The people here have almost no fighting ability of their own, but they have their own way of life. With their weak hands and minds, they've created a different kind of civilization. What do you think? Surprised?"
Lan Xin nodded, then smiled and shook her head. "No wonder you warned me to rein in my aura before we came. The people here are so weak. Honestly, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I couldn't have imagined how people with such frail bodies could survive."
"It's undeniable that people here are physically weak, but they've used their