"How did you know?" Ji Nanyuan asked softly.
Chen Yu raised his hand, revealing the calluses on his palm. Ji Nanyuan looked at her own hands, mottled with colors from corrosion by alchemical liquid, and nodded in agreement.
Though they were some distance away, Chen Yu could still see that the people eating here had fair skin and delicate hands without a trace of labor. The heaviest thing they normally lifted was probably the bank card they used to spend money, and the bitterest thing they had ever tasted was the common people's hard-earned money.
Yet now, they savored the coarse tea and plain food before them as though it were a delicacy, seemingly without a single complaint.
Listening closely, Chen Yu found that they discussed nothing but today's weather and the work they had just done. There was not a hint of anything related to money.
Strange. Could this actually be a legitimate sect?
With Ji Nanyuan in tow, Chen Yu waved his hand, and an invisible curtain of water concealed them, preventing those outside from seeing in.
Passing around the people eating here, Chen Yu and Ji Nanyuan continued onward to investigate other places.
The dormitories here were almost open-air. Beds woven from dry grass were arranged neatly throughout the rooms. Several handwritten doctrines lay at the head of each bed, with charcoal beside them to use as pencils.
Looking around at everything before her, Ji Nanyuan said in confusion, "Have we really gone back to primitive society?"
"It looks like a form of regression." Chen Yu picked up the doctrines and flipped through them. "Although the Dietary Star Lord is a Lesser Star Lord, its history goes back quite a long way."
"True. Ancient people had to eat too."
"Yeah. After being replaced by an Evil God,