After reading the letter, Zhang Ming was filled with mixed feelings. He fell silent for a long while before sighing. "Human society is so complicated. I'd better stay out of this messy political struggle."
His friends, Li Xianfeng and Wang Fumin, had been swept into the whirlpool of their era, with no say in the matter.
Living on Earth, how could they stay out of it?
Only an outsider like him could look down over the entire human world from the broadest perspective.
"This is fine too. The more you know, the less happy you are."
Old Zhang scratched his head. He might just be the type who grew unhappier the stronger he became.
He picked up the device made from Light and Shadow Stone again and closed his eyes.
The Light and Shadow Stone emitted a faint glow, and a vague image appeared in his mind, resembling a rudimentary computer interface. It contained quite a few files, including papers, letters, videos, and photographs.
He opened a random paper titled "Cryo-electron Microscopy Structure of the Human-derived Transcendent IgM B-cell Receptor." After puzzling over it for ages, he still couldn't understand it.
Zhang Ming could also enter text into the Light and Shadow Stone with his thoughts.
However, since the Drifting Bottle was damaged and could no longer cross the Abyss, there was no point in entering anything.
He couldn't be bothered to reply.
"I'll read these things to pass the time when I'm in the mood!"
And just like that, another half month passed.
To keep himself cheerful and reduce his mental problems, Zhang Ming continued taking the Honggang Civilization's soldiers out to kill monsters. Once home, they ate big mouthfuls of monster meat and drank deeply, then recited their incantation together in a great crowd.
"**Fuck you,