After the walk, the two shocked individuals slowly headed home.
Along the way, passersby occasionally walked by, but none of them recognized the few people they were, and there was no resemblance at all to the neighbors from five thousand years ago.
"Everyone has already gone..."
Lin Wanqiu sighed softly.
She remembered many past times, many interesting neighbors, many girlfriends, many friends, many annoying colleagues, all of whom are now completely buried in time, never to be seen again.
They arrived at the bottom of the apartment building.
"This old house hasn't collapsed yet?"
"It's been five thousand years!"
Jiang Yuan commented, somewhat astonished.
In fact, it not only hasn't collapsed, but it's still the same as before, every color, every hue, even a patch of wall paint that had fallen off here thousands of years ago, now it's still just that patch, no more, no less, identical to how it originally was.
Time simply had no effect here.
