At this moment, an elderly man stepped out from the crowd. If they had guessed correctly, he was likely the village chief or someone of similar standing.
He first bowed to Chen Changan and the others, his attitude exceedingly respectful.
"Our little place is rather crude. I fear we may neglect the two honored guests."
"Old man, why didn't you include me?" Da Huang said unhappily.
"Oh, and this honored dog as well."
"Uh... actually, it's fine if you don't include me."
What the hell was an honored dog? The old man would have been better off saying nothing.
Da Huang shot the old man a gloomy look but said nothing more.
Chen Changan looked at the old man and said with a smile, "There is no need for any hospitality. We are only staying here for a while, chatting casually and asking you a few questions."
"You are all so nervous because we are cultivators?"
Hearing Chen Changan's words, the other man hesitated for a moment before honestly nodding. Yet the confusion in his eyes only deepened.
He seemed very surprised that Chen Changan would ask such a question.
"In other words, in Primordial Heaven, cultivators and ordinary people like you are clearly divided by rank, and cultivators are quite unfriendly toward ordinary people?" Chen Changan asked curiously.
"You... are you not from Primordial Heaven?"
"We just ascended, so we do not know much about this place."
Chen Changan did not hide it. After all, he had merely said they had ascended; he had not said who he truly was.
"So that is how it is."
"Then what does ascension mean?"
The old man's words left Chen Changan somewhat helpless. Was the understanding of these ordinary people really this limited? They did not even know what ascension was?
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