Today, he had gained an enormous benefit, so he wanted to relax. Instead of going to find Bai Xiaotian as soon as he came down the mountain, he wandered around this small town like an ordinary person.
Looking at everything in the mundane world made him feel exceptionally comfortable. Sometimes, people needed to experience the warmth of everyday life so they could retain their humanity. Otherwise, after cultivating to the end and losing that human touch, everything would become indifferent. What meaning would there be in that?
Cultivation could make one live longer, but it was not meant to turn one into a solitary loner. If someone lived for tens of millions of years, what would be the point?
The locals lived rather leisurely, without the frantic bustle of China's first-tier cities.
The people here moved at a very slow pace, whether walking, living, or working.
There were not many people around either. There was no sense of crowds constantly coming and going; everything was sparse.
Gaolong Island had never had many residents, and not many tourists came here either.
Even the local roads had few Asphalt Roads. Most were dirt roads, and once it rained, they would likely all turn muddy.
Chen Mo followed the flow of people and looked around. Whenever he spotted snacks, he would stop and buy some, tasting whether the local food was good.
Every place had its own unique food culture. Although China had all kinds of food and several major cuisines, many foreign places, while lacking formal cuisine systems, still had their own distinctive delicacies. They were quite good as well.
Here in Cambodia, there were not many delicacies, and the place had also been influenced by Gaul. Since it had once been a colony, locals still mainly ate baguettes.
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