The starry night was breathtakingly beautiful. Not a single cloud drifted across the deep blue sky, which was studded with diamond-like stars.
"What a clear night sky.
"But I doubt the people here liked it very much."
Qian Ningshuang sat atop the roof, gazing up at the stars overhead, lost in confusion.
Everything she had seen and heard today... how should she put it? It was not as though Qian Ningshuang had been unprepared. She had even imagined the worst possible outcomes.
Yet seeing it with her own eyes still shook her deeply.
She had once thought that although Douluo was a feudal society, it at least had Spirit Masters, an extraordinary profession. No matter how bad things were, they could not be that bad.
Then reality slapped her across the face. Vermin were the same everywhere. A change in environment would not lessen their oppression; it would only make them intensify it in pursuit of greater profit.
She had once thought that having vermin around was no big deal. At the very least, God King Tang was not yet ruling Douluo Continent with impunity. There was still hope, and Spirit Hall was a comparatively promising hope.
Then reality slapped her hard across the face again. No matter how progressive Spirit Hall was, it remained a feudal force. Once one left Spirit City, the moral character of Spirit Hall's Spirit Masters was entirely a matter of personal conscience. At least in Heaven Dou's Northern Border, most of the Spirit Masters in the Martial Soul Branch Halls were vermin.
So everyone was just competing to see who sucked less.
She looked at her own hands, then raised her head to look at the moon in the sky, the same moon that had hung above her hometown in her previous life.
Qian