Passing by places that seemed like settlements, all I saw were ruins, everyone had already moved away.
Flying from high altitude, I could frequently sense the tremors of battles, people had become irritable.
Like an upsurge from below, spreading everywhere, a Great Depression visible to the naked eye.
Yu Ziqing landed in a city, not many cultivators were seen inside the city.
In one corner of the city, I could still see some individuals who seemed like loafers, yet not quite loafers; they were once cultivators, but unfortunately their strength was no longer high, now reduced to Qi Scattering.
After losing their power, they may even lack the ability to find a livelihood to live on.
Because they were the typical people, for whom cultivation was everything.
Yu Ziqing found a place, sat down and ate something, listening to the discussions around.
Then, Yu Ziqing understood, he had been too naive.
Cultivators at least could read and write.
