Meng Hongchen looked at the person sleeping soundly beside her and silently edged a little closer. He really was so handsome.
Although her sect leader was actually two years younger than her, it was only two years. Once they reached their later years, past a hundred years old, such a tiny age difference would mean nothing.
With that thought, she rested her head against his shoulder, found a comfortable position, and fell asleep. When she opened her eyes the next day, she would see her sect leader teacher's handsome face. She could wake up smiling even in her dreams.
Unfortunately, NPCs did not dream. After Meng Hongchen fell asleep, Chen Ming entered her instance dungeon.
In the blink of an eye, he arrived in Ming Capital, a city formed of steel fortresses.
Twenty thousand years ago, when Douluo Continent's resources had been abundant, humanity had been utterly frenzied in its production of Soul Tools. For example, the armory within the Sun Moon Imperial Palace held more than sixty ninth-grade soul cannon shells, while Mingde Hall had many ninth-grade soul cannon shells in storage as well—at least forty.
Not to mention the countless ninth-grade Soul Tools. The resources of this era had been ruthlessly developed and consumed in full. By the time of Douluo 3, resources had begun running dry, and in Douluo 4, they even had to search other planets for resources.
"Ming Capital from twenty thousand years ago? I'll just take a look around."
Chen Ming started walking, his gaze drifting across the bustling streets. Wherever he passed, people turned their heads to look.
The people of Sun Moon Continent generally had wheat-colored skin, while Chen Ming's skin was fair, his features handsome, and his bearing as noble as that of a god descended into the mortal world.
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