The day-night temperature difference in Ling was as much as 80°C. Yet such a drastic temperature swing had no effect on the plants and creatures that grew there. Every living organism in Ling would undergo certain changes throughout its body as the temperature shifted, rapidly adapting to the environment.
At the center of the Feng Ping Team's temporary tent camp, an eerie campfire rose into the air. Because Ling's atmosphere had a different composition, containing all kinds of gas molecules absent from the human world, its flames were pale green, giving off the impression of ghost fire. Still, they brought a comfortable warmth to the body.
However, these flames could not be used to heat food. Their internal temperature reached thousands of degrees Celsius, and they possessed a certain incinerating effect.
Everyone ate the prepared compressed rations, chatted briefly, and then prepared to turn in early.
"The Illusion Forest covers a vast area. We will enter it at dawn tomorrow. If nothing goes wrong along the way, we should be able to cross its boundary within a day and safely reach Reverse Demon Canyon. Get some rest early."
Everyone returned to their respective tents, though the two-person tent shared by Zhang Chen and Chong Ying was particularly conspicuous.
"Chong Ying, get some rest early."
"Mm."
Being alone together in a tent felt even more suggestive than being in the room yesterday. Fortunately, they had separate sleeping bags, and Zhang Chen did not dwell on it as he climbed straight into his sleeping bag to rest.
"Brother Zhang Chen, are you thinking about Sister Yi Zhi?"
"Why ask that?" Zhang Chen asked in return.
"Nothing. I was wondering whether Sister Yi Zhi safely returned to her hometown."
"Don't overthink it. Yi Zhi will be fine. There is something I have been