The revelation that the New World had native inhabitants took Wang Xuan aback. He had never encountered such information back in the Old World. Was it intentionally hidden?0

He sighed softly, pondering the tales that might have unfolded during the New World's colonization. As newcomers, did they inadvertently harm the original dwellers? His hope was for a kinder narrative, one that would not echo the tragic colonization of the Americas back on the Old World. But any retrospective now felt moot; over a century had elapsed, and the events of the past were irreversible. 3

"Regardless of the past century or the present, the East has always been formidable. I can only hope we weren't as callous as those blond-haired conquerors," he mused with empathy. 13

His gaze softened considerably when he looked at the young girl, reflecting on the dwindling number of such indigenous residents. 1

"Are you certain you're alright?" Wang Xuan's concern was palpable. The pain was clear on the child's pallid face covered in cold sweat, yet she endured without a tear or cry. 0

He reached for his phone, preparing to call for emergency help. He was reluctant to rely solely on the child's reassurances; the stakes were too high. 0

"Uncle, I'm okay. A little rest will do," the young girl assured, her features exuding an unexpected resilience, especially for someone so young. 0

"Meow, meow, meow!" The petite snowy white cat, seemingly intuitive, flapped its furry wings, pacing restlessly around the girl. 1

"Lele!" A striking woman,...1