Only after a long while did Wenlong slowly speak. "Geniuses become geniuses through learning. Material resources can also make a genius."
Hearing his words, Elder Wang raised his head slightly, a light gleaming in his eyes. Then he lowered his head again, lost in some unknown thought, and let out another faint sigh.
"Elder Wang, you saved my life. If there's anything I can help with, I'll do it, as long as it's within my power," Wenlong said with utmost sincerity.
Elder Wang raised his head, looked at Wenlong, shook his head, and sighed again.
Of course Wenlong knew what Elder Wang was thinking. He thinks I'm too young. He's underestimating me far too much.
"Are there many people here who can read? And what do you use to write on? Paper?" Wenlong had only been here a few days and knew little about the Azure Dragon Continent.
"Most people here have never studied. I know a few characters, but not many. We usually write on bamboo slips, though we use things like beast hides too. What's paper?" Elder Wang was puzzled. There was something called paper that people could write on? How had he never heard of it?
Wenlong took a sheet of paper from his storage space and handed it to Elder Wang, asking him to see whether the cities here had anything like it.
Elder Wang was startled and cried, "Talisman paper! Where did you get this?"
Seeing his astonishment, Wenlong finally understood that the Azure Dragon Continent, like the Azure Plains Continent, had not reached a high level of civilization.
The only difference was that this place had spiritual energy between heaven and earth, allowing people to cultivate immortality and pursue the Dao. Otherwise, it was no different from the Azure Plains Continent.
*That makes things