"Normal?" Jiang Ming was a little puzzled, and then he suddenly remembered the destroyed world he had seen in the previous battle.
"The ground hasn't caved in yet. The sky had not yet burned. The world hasn't started to collapse yet," the mysterious old man said in a soft voice.
"No, everything is fine in the world I'm in!" Jiang Ming shook his head.
"Come on. I'll show you."
The mysterious old man waved his hand and walked forward.
Jiang Ming quickly followed. The scene in front of them suddenly changed. The starlit path under their feet disappeared. The old man was wearing straw shoes and tattered clothes. The black sword in his hand had turned into a hoe. It was not stained with golden blood anymore, but with mud.
Jiang Ming also turned into a thin young man in ragged clothes. He followed the old man and chopped some firewood on the mountain. He carried the bundle on his back with great effort and walked through the field to the village.