Mo Hua nodded, "Heaven Void oversees, Feather Transformation ascends to the sky, Golden Cores are everywhere, the Sect's inheritance is long-standing, aristocratic family geniuses are as numerous as clouds, with the sound of bells and feasting, extremely prosperous..."
Old Mr. Feng looked somewhat wistful, remaining silent for a long time, finally sighing quietly:
"Pavilions and towers of aristocratic families, the sound of bells and grand feasts, yet the loose cultivators of this world... have no place to stand, no three meals to fill their stomachs..."
The days in Tongxian City were slightly better.
But even counting every minute, the good times in Tongxian City only lasted ten years or so.
Outside of Tongxian City, looking at the world, everything was still in ruins, without any change.
Prosperity cannot cover up decline.
Mo Hua's gaze deepened.
Old Mr. Feng looked at Mo Hua, sighed lightly, and said contentedly:
"You've grown up, and you understand many truths."
