"Hm, your camp should be just ahead, right?" Wen Yu spoke as he gazed at the shabby wooden enclosure ahead, addressing Li Dalong who stood beside him.
"Yes, that's it." Li Dalong responded awkwardly, apparently dissatisfied with the appearance of his settlement.
Upon hearing this, Li Quan'an and Sun Ruixing exchanged a glance.
"You guys... this is a bit too pitiful," Sun Ruixing finally burst out, having held his tongue for the entire journey.
Hearing his remark, Li Dalong heaved a sigh. "What you see now isn't the worst part. The worst is still inside the camp."
Despite its dilapidated condition, the small camp was still enclosed by sparse fences and housed a fair number of professionists. Sun Ruixing's comment was simply due to his being confined by the mutant vines for too long to understand the reality of the post-apocalyptic world.
In this trying world, to even have a place where one can close their eyes and rest isn't considered unfortunate.
