Time passed again, and a few more days went by.
Zhao Lin, who had gained freedom, no longer had to be confined to that small area by the slide, and she seemed much more spirited.
However, her daily physical training did not stop; she was as unshakable as ever, completing her daily training regime to maintain her condition and prevent decline.
After all, it had been a long time since she had been in combat.
Perhaps feeling a bit embarrassed about simply eating and drinking for free every day, Zhao Lin found something to do for herself.
She thought of contributing in this way to the farm, even if her efforts seemed insignificant to Ji Ruxue and Lu Chuan.
In the early morning, with the sun just rising, the warm orange-red sunlight spread over the farm, gradually dissipating the thin cool mist lingering in the air.
The once-sleeping farm had come alive, with each Evolved Corpse Puppet starting its respective duties for the day.
