"Indeed, this kind of small-scale agrarian economy looks pretty good."
Chen Yu nodded in agreement, but something still felt off.
Could the Great Qian World, awash in material desires, really have a place like this—an isolated paradise?
Dou Xingquan did not seem interested in persuading Chen Yu of anything.
She merely led Chen Yu and Ji Nanyuan toward one of the few clusters of buildings in the camp and pointed at a white structure. "This is the Temple of the Dietary Star Lord, and also where we eat. In the Dietary Star Lord Sect, dining is an immensely sacred process. Here, we enjoy the food we have gathered and share what we experienced during the day. It does not matter if you have not gathered any food; we will provide it and share it with you."
"Sounds nice. So what's the price?" Chen Yu asked.
Unexpectedly, Dou Xingquan shook her head. "There is no price. Here, having a full meal is a basic human right that no person or thing can take away. By our rules, whenever anyone here goes hungry, everyone else is obligated to help satisfy that hunger."
That statement gave Chen Yu a slight bit of goodwill toward Dou Xingquan.
We Heaven Origin people simply cannot stand seeing others go hungry.
Still, words were one thing. He needed to see how they actually acted.
Upon entering the white building, Chen Yu discovered that it was constructed from straw and wood.
It was two in the afternoon, and mealtime was already winding down. Some believers had begun clearing away the tableware.
The temple attendants and apprentice attendants of the Dietary Star Lord were cleaning up. With a casual tap, they gathered the minuscule food residue left on the already spotless utensils and sent it into baskets.
A sharp-eyed