What Are You Talking About?

What Are You Talking About?

Having once been a drifter himself, Jiang Wen knew how much harm hunger could do to a person.

Qi Refining cultivators might be powerful, but without spiritual power, they were even worse off than ordinary people.

Their stamina drained faster, and their cultivation level kept falling. Unless they cultivated a specialized technique, they could only be tortured by hunger until they dropped to the First Level of Qi Refining.

Constant Law City was also situated atop a mountain. Leaving required buying an expensive ticket, raising the cost of departure and trapping many people who entered.

Some did commit crimes, but most still dreamed of making a comeback. Such things, however, almost never happened.

In the end, ordinary people became drifters, drifters became cold Iron Men, and they forgot everything before starting over in the Lower District.

Everyone who entered Constant Law City became part of its thriving prosperity. It was truly infuriatingly moving.

Watching the drifters wolf down their food and recalling his own past, Jiang Wen suddenly shuddered and once again realized the value of the words, "We are human."

That was right. We were human.

Since that was the case, we should not have to go hungry or freeze. Our lives should not be tormented like this.

Thinking back on his former self, Jiang Wen realized that he had been a real piece of work. He had actually believed there was nothing wrong with Constant Law City's system, that it was normal for people to die like this.

And those who died were all stupid, cowardly drifters. It had nothing to do with superior citizens like him. In fact, the more of them who died, the sweeter the air became.

"I actually used to think like that. That's terrifying."

The Iron Men were