On the scorched earth, steam was steaming like a steamer.
Su Chen stood in the midst of the lifeless earth-yellow color, wearing coarse cloth clothes full of patches, which made a whirring sound when the wind blew.
She hugged the fragment of "Essential Art for Elevating the People" tightly in her arms, her fingers clenched until the joints turned white.
If this thing hadn't been passed down from her ancestors, she would have thought that some evil person was trying to trick her with toilet paper.
Look around, there is no green anywhere. This is simply the super difficult mode of doomsday survival.
