Tang Xian watched these scenes unfold, watching the once-broken "city wall" rise up again, towering and impregnable, deep in thought.
Compared to Li Xiaoyu, Tang Xian was much more composed. He suddenly asked:
"Speaking of which, haven't you felt that Baichuan City is actually not that old?"
Li Xiaoyu understood Tang Xian's meaning right away. Still shaken, she steadied her emotions:
"Yes, compared to the ruins of other cities, Baichuan City doesn't seem to have been abandoned for hundreds of years. It looks more like a city that has been deserted for just a few decades. After all, if it really had been hundreds of years, none of those things in the supermarket would be usable.
Although the luxury goods produced in ancient societies were made with the intention of being passed down, they would require meticulous preservation."