Westerners' understanding of the word "history" has a very subtle difference from that of the people of Ming.
There was even a famous philosopher who once proposed the concept that "Ming Country does not have history."
Wang Yunxiao had nothing to say about this—the official textbooks indeed did not record the handling methods of Divine Aberrations, whether to steam or to boil, whether with garlic sauce or spicy seasoning, there was no clear statement.
Sir Lyndon only knew it was a Divine Aberration, possessing at least one ability to modify the rules of reality. As for what exactly the ability was—wasn't it just born and hadn't there been time to experiment?
That is to say, it was as good as not saying anything.
"Someone is inciting the public to riot, but it's not a big problem, the outer military can handle it."
Yan Yu'an dragged his weary body to Wang Yunxiao, sat down on the ground with a plop, and pulled off his mask to breathe in the fresh air deeply.
"Hey! Don't you..."