An Old Eatery

Hearing the boy's words, Lin Mu couldn't help but feel a bit strange. The standard of living between worlds was so different that it was almost surreal.

If Meng Bai had been in the Xiaofan world, he would be considered a once-in-a-lifetime genius, having reached the peak of the Core Condensation realm at the tender age of fifteen.

Sects would fight over him, and even if he chose not to join one, he could easily establish his own clan or organization without a second thought.

He would enjoy a life of luxury, and so would his descendants for seven generations.

'No wonder some prefer to be the head of a snake rather than the tail of a dragon,' Lin Mu thought to himself.

The two walked through the Back Commons while Meng Bai explained various aspects of it. Lin Mu absorbed all the information, getting a strange sense of nostalgia along with the new experience.