"Not small at all, the civilization style over here really depends on the individual. Take these few, each of them is a leader in their own territory. Like my Master, she just loves to dig ponds and be the Sea King in the Bamboo Forest. Our Ancestor enjoys sleeping in jade, our Dad Donghuang loves to recognize sons, that good-looking little monk likes to knock on the wooden fish in temples, and that bald monk likes to mess around with the dark and gloomy Underworld. That young guy who holds a sword like it's his wife actually follows the Soul Clan's rebellious path, permanently stuck in adolescence, and that noble-looking beauty enjoys riding seven big birds across the sky. The only normal one is the Dao Sect grandfather..."
The few people following behind were severely dissed, but they didn't dare make a move in the passage.
Talking, however, was allowed.
The Zen Master: "Lady Suoluo, you can ask her what her civilization is like."
Suoluo Qingsi cooperated, "What?"
