When Gu Zhao learned that the others hadn't confronted the Ink Flood Dragon, he breathed a sigh of relief.
But when he learned the Ink Flood Dragon had devoured thirty to forty thousand people from Guangwu County, Gu Zhao fell silent.
Even though this wasn't his world, the people here spoke the same language, had similar cultures, and even looked the same. He had lived here for more than half a year, becoming partially integrated into this new environment. It was impossible for him not to feel anything.
Taoist Yi Hong sighed. "This is the nature of the Extraordinary World. It's the very reason we're here."
Gu Zhao shook his head. "I know. In fact, it's not just here. Even back in our world, wars are fought and tens of thousands die. It's just that it's all very far away from us."
Taoist Yi Hong nodded in satisfaction, then continued, "I went back for a look just now. Your apartment is almost completely full."
