In the Shangjing neighborhood of Yinghui Road, a girl was irritably tugging at her hair. Her simple, casual bun had been pulled apart, and the wooden hairpin was dangling precariously.
She muttered in helpless fury, "Are these people idiots? To think I’d live to see the day when pigs climb trees and humans devolve. The average human IQ is being dragged down by these fools."
"How could an outsider like you ever find what my ancestors spent a lifetime searching for? You think you can refute stories I’ve heard for decades? It’s laughable. Talking about history and the present—it’s pure gibberish."
Chapter 160