Grinding Stone

Hundred Herbs Hall had taken shape, but it still lacked members.

That was simple enough. They were still six or seven hundred kilometers from their destination—how could they fail to find a settlement from which to "borrow" some people?

These days, finding members was easy enough.

But Chu Fei and the others were in no hurry. They had finally broken free from the vortex, so naturally they had to reward themselves.

Night quietly fell. Chu Fei lay on the roof of the vehicle, gazing at the brilliant stars.

The industrial environment of the apocalypse was terrible, but without industrial pollution, the sky was exceptionally clear.

Occasionally, fast-moving "stars" streaked across the high sky, seeming particularly out of place.

"Uncle, are those meteors?" Bai Jie's son, Liu Fengkang, climbed over beside Chu Fei and pointed up at the sky.

"No, that's space junk."

"What a mood killer." Jiang Shumin was roasting a cute rabbit on the ground and immediately snapped at Chu Fei.

Chu Fei protested. "Then what should I have said?"

"They are the relics of civilization."

Chu Fei: 666.

Still, Chu Fei sighed afterward. "Lately, we've been completely focused on planning the Dawn Cultivation Method. For a while, I really didn't think about any of this. My brain's overloaded."

Jiang Shumin casually tossed up a rabbit glistening with roasted oil. Chu Fei caught it smoothly, tore off a leg for the little fellow beside him, and continued staring blankly at the sky.

That unfamiliar starry sky constantly reminded Chu Fei that this was already another world.

Beast roars drifted from the distant wilderness, but no wild beasts dared cause trouble near Chu Fei and the others. Animals had sharp instincts.

Suddenly, a faint rustling sounded. Then a dark Feathered Serpent flew over to Chu Fei, with a struggling little