"...How could the Supreme Supreme possibly be late!"
In the temporary factory space, everyone was eating their military instant-heat meals. It was October, during the period of Cold Dew and Frost's Descent. The weather these days was overcast and rather cool, which was actually quite refreshing in the rural areas. Even at noon, there was hardly any sunshine. Besides, all present were Transcendents, much more tolerant of temperature variations than ordinary people.
However, everyone's expression was quite unsightly. After all, having waited idly for seven or eight hours left them with a feeling of suppressed frustration.
Moreover, after six hours had passed, Nan Xi was to proceed on the premise that 'there is no livestream today.' This prompted the Yangtze Troops to set up camp nearby, as they expected to spend the night on vigil here.
