Their tiny bodies were hidden away, leaving only their little heads exposed outside.
"You two want some too?"
Looking at the two little girls dressed in luxurious clothes, clearly of no low status, Ye Lin asked softly.
As soon as he spoke, the two little heads nodded gently.
"Go on, eat with them."
With a wave of Ye Lin's hand, the two figures timidly walked in.
"Thank you, big brother."
After thanking Ye Lin, the two little girls pounced on the food before them.
Meanwhile, Ye Lin walked out of the main hall alone, his hands clasped behind his back.
Leaving the palace residence, Ye Lin headed forward.
Figures moved back and forth around him. These people were all maids and various soldiers of the Great Qin Imperial Dynasty.
Just like in the mortal world, even an imperial dynasty of cultivators like this had such maids.
The concept of service existed everywhere, no matter where one was.
So did status.
Service and status—these two things applied throughout the myriad heavens and worlds.
Gradually, Ye Lin left the palace complex and walked alone along the streets.
At this moment, the streets of the Imperial Capital were exceptionally bustling. All sorts of figures came and went, and here, one could almost see every race that had been gathered from Western Qin Phoenix Province.
Moreover, not a single one of those here was weak. Everywhere he looked, there were only powerful experts.
After all, the weak had long since died at the hands of the demons and monsters.
In the face of such a catastrophe, the weak simply could not survive.
Once a world-ending calamity descended upon the cultivation world, it was useless no matter where you ran.
Either seek the protection of the strong, or wait for death.
There were only those