"Thank you, Celestial God, for saving my life."
Hearing the familiar official language, Bai Junjun naturally walked over: "We are just ordinary people, not any Celestial Gods, they have misunderstood."
"Ah?" Madam Mao looked surprised.
Upon closer inspection, she realized that these two were indeed dressed like commoners. Having seen more of the world than the tribesmen who devoutly believed in Ghost Gods, she couldn't help but feel happy: "I am from Broken City, may I know where you two are from?"
Broken City fell into chaos three years ago, and it was the common folk who fled first. However, those from Broken City either died in the war or from famine long ago, she didn't expect to find someone still here.
Bai Junjun looked at her with a bit more sympathy in her eyes: "We are wanderers, travelling all over the world."
Madam Mao instantly understood; they must also be fleeing the chaos of war.
Who would have thought that the world was still in such disorder to this day.
