Looking at the scattered lights inside the city, he spoke to Zhou Qin, who was cleaning the wound on his left arm:
"The city has changed..."
"We've changed..."
"Haven't you noticed?"
"I noticed."
Zhou Qin nodded, wrapping the bandage in circles, then stopped as if he remembered something.
"I heard from the doctors over at the Huaxia Army that it's not always necessary to wrap a bandage after an injury, it could lead to 'anaerobic bacteria infection'.
"Anyway, that's probably the term they used — we never heard of such things before."
"But, they might be right... they've saved far more people than us."
"Indeed."
Li Xian sighed deeply, then said:
"This might be the first time we truly set aside our prejudices to sit together."
"I never thought that one day, the Holy Blood Temple and the Mechanical God Church would cooperate in such a way."
"Actually, we aren't all that different at our core, right?"
"... That's my question too."
