C2 (1/2)

When he regained consciousness, Li Dao discovered that the surrounding environment had changed. The dazzling sunlight did not give people any warmth in the early spring season. Li Dao slightly squinted his eyes, as he adapted to the change from night to day.

After getting used to the blinding sunlight, Zhang Xuan looked around. What entered his sight was a messy city. There were many people coming and going, and most of them were wearing old coarse clothes and torn cotton-padded jackets. A few of them were wearing neat suits.

”Yali pear, yali pear, large and sweet yali pear, come take a look.”

”Roasted sweet potato, roasted sweet potato, one corner.”

The vendors feebly called out to them and listened carefully to hear their numb hearts.

There was a rickshaw driver jogging along with a man in a suit and a pair of leather shoes. He was engrossed in reading a newspaper. Then there was the movie where you could see the cars of the Republic of China and the newsboys selling newspapers.

”So I transmigrated?” Li Dao's heart was in a mess, but he did not panic. After stepping into the space crack created by the sword, Li Dao had already thought of this possibility. It could be said that he was an idiot, or it could be said that he was a lunatic. Otherwise, how could an ordinary person go steal a tomb?

Lowering his head to look, he saw that the long sword was still in his hand. The rust on the sword had already disappeared, and it no longer had the heavy and ancient aura of history, as if it was just an ordinary ancient Chinese sword.

”Sir, would you like to buy a newspaper for two cents a copy?”

”Sir, sir, would you like to buy a newspaper?”

A newsboy pulled Li Dao's sleeve as he asked in a clear and childish voice.