"Did you want to go home?" An Yang and Xiaochán walked together through the streets of a small country in Southern Jambudvipa. Although the people here were gaunt and sallow, with clothes covered in patches, they suffered less harassment from the Eternal Life Demon Palace than the people of the other Four Great Continents.
"Yes," Xiaochán answered softly.
"Then let's go back!" An Yang said. "But let's look around here a little longer. You might not like this place, but once we return, we won't be able to come back."
"Mm."
Xiaochán still had the appearance of a tiny child, but An Yang had long since grown used to it and paid it no mind.
The two of them looked like an adult taking along a little follower—or perhaps a little maid. In any case, maids were hardly uncommon in this world. This maid, however, was exceptionally beautiful, with red lips, pearly teeth, and large, strikingly clear eyes. Along the way, she attracted all kinds of attention.
To be honest, this city had none of the supposed charm of an ancient town. It had only potholed streets and dilapidated houses along both sides that had long since fallen into disrepair. A river flowed through the city, and unlike modern rivers, it had never suffered the pollution of industrialization, so its water was still fairly clear. There were few snacks for sale in the city and nowhere to go for entertainment, only weathered old people selling straw sandals, cloth shoes, winnowing baskets, and bamboo baskets.
Only by quieting one's heart could one appreciate this city's unique character.
This was, after all, a city from ancient times. It was nothing like the so-called ancient towns in the real world that waved the banner of a slow pace while actually indulging in a