However, these people have too narrow a vision, like looking at flowers through the mist, everything appears blurry and illusory.
Only by truly catching up with An Jing’s pace, will one realize it is like a small ant trying to perceive the vast sky.
Thinking of this, Nian Quan looked towards the Void Abyss—An Jing had gone off to accomplish great things again, so many great things...
He always has endless great things to do, whereas, as for them, as for himself... they fail to accomplish many things.
"In the end, as friends, although we’ve indeed helped him a bit, without us, it seems he could still accomplish everything."
"Just not as quickly, not as perfectly, we are support, but not sothing essential."
Perhaps, according to An Jing’s perspective, in other tilines, in the infinite possibilities of the Tianyuan Realm, he and Huo Qing could indeed help An Jing accomplish many things, even be true pillars of support.
But in this strongest and most perfect An Jing’s world line, they, the companion stars, are like stars invisible under the sun’s brilliance.
Nian Quan doesn’t mind this kind of thing.
Not being able to keep up with An Jing’s pace is very normal, rather, who could keep up?
He has long reconciled with himself, only concerned about whether he can, based on the great changes An Jing has brought, make the world better.
However, it was on this street, which should have been silent and deserted, he suddenly saw a little girl.
The little girl was about seven or eight years old, dragging a big package, struggling to walk under the moonlight and streetlights.
This package was larger than her whole body, only children in a fully cultivated Tianyuan Realm could drag it... but obviously, this child had walked a very long way, even the bottom canvas of the package was almost worn through, and she was panting heavily.
Nian Quan paused to watch, and the girl noticed him too. At first, she was startled, then shrank back in fear, seemingly wanting to turn and run but was restrained by the package, standing there dumbly.
It’s just because Nian Quan looked good and was young, otherwise, she might have scread.
This is not surprising.
Nian Quan thought.
When he was young, if he t soone on the road at midnight, he would have secretly used a talisman to conceal himself and run away by now.
At that ti, Xuanye City’s Lower City District was full of gangs, thugs, holess people who lost their hos, groups of ard vagrants, hidden demon cultivators and demon n, and mutated exotic beasts lurking in the sewers and foggy shadows.
If not careful, even adults could disappear in alleyways, let alone a child?
But now, it seems to be a blessing in disguise.
Due to the recent demon nation war, many unstable elents within the Spiritual Vein City turned into demon n and were eliminated, and a large number of holess people and gang mbers were converted into feathered bodies and drafted into the Feather Transformation Army.
Since then, there hasn’t been much danger within the city.
Moreover, three days ago, Huaixu Heavenly Venerable descended, bringing about trendous change...
At this point, everyone is filled with hope.
Hope.
Even the most vicious thugs, when filled with hope, would not easily commit evil.
"Hey, little sister."
Thinking of this, he spoke.
Nian Quan gently said, "Is there anything you need help with?"
The little girl, hearing these words, blinked, sowhat surprised, and also a bit fearful and wary.
But seeing that Nian Quan made no further movents, just waiting for her response, she pointed to her throat, then her eyes flashed with a hint of color.
Nian Quan’s eyes subtly moved; his chip received a communication request from a stranger.
——Can’t speak?
Nian Quan pondered, accepted the request, and just as expected, the little girl’s ssage flashed: [Sorry, big brother, my vocal cords are damaged, I can’t speak]
[Do you know where I can find a counter to rent a drone?]
"Is it too heavy to carry?"
Nian Quan glanced at the package about to tear open, understood, and said, "That’s a service only available in the Upper City, we don’t have it in the Lower City, at least... not now."
"But I can help you take it back."
Raising his hand, the invisible aura of water spirit transford into mist, lifting the package, Nian Quan softly said, "Don’t worry, it’s not like it used to be, the city isn’t that dangerous anymore."
He noticed that the package contained maintenance materials needed for the Feather Transformation Dao, spiritual objects, and anti-rejection dications.
If nothing goes wrong, it’s likely that this little girl’s family mber was conscripted into the Feather Transformation Army during the recent demon nation war and got injured, hence the subsidy—but most probably, her elder was injured badly, so couldn’t get it themselves, and Xuanye City here never had ho delivery service for subsidies.
If one doesn’t co to collect them, they’re just not available.
This child must be here to collect on behalf of her elder but got lost, and in this late night with few pedestrians, not knowing the way, if no help was given, she wouldn’t likely make it ho even by morning.
[Thank you, big brother!]
The little girl silently smiled, just because this child was still young, and Nian Quan looked good, otherwise there would definitely be so unnecessary fuss.
Nian Quan levitated the package and, along with the visibly more relaxed girl, proceeded towards the address she provided, conversing via chips along the way.
[Actually, I know the way, walked it before myself, but the recent battle ssed up the roads, and the chip hasn’t updated yet]
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