The road was rugged and had just been battered by a torrential rain, making it even harder to travel. As far as the eye could see were trees and tropical rainforest. An occasional village appeared, but they were tiny. Villagers idling by the roadside merely watched the convoy pass with curiosity before returning to their own business.
The convoy traveled along the muddy, uneven road for two hours, yet the end of the path was still nowhere in sight.
"General..."
Enduring the discomfort of the jolting ride, Abu She muttered hesitantly.
In the quiet vehicle, Abu She's muttering was unusually clear, drawing everyone's attention. Feeling Amu's cold gaze beside him, Abu She was slightly startled and hesitated over whether to continue.
"What?" Xitu, who had been resting with his eyes closed, opened them. His sky-blue eyes looked at Abu She, revealing neither anger nor pleasure. "Are you wondering why I didn't hand the spaceship wreckage over to them and chose to trade with someone else instead?"
Abu She fell silent. Amu and Black Pearl Ke Ya inside the vehicle were indeed curious as well.
"Now that the war has begun, we are situated between the three sides. Once the fighting erupts, no matter which side we give the wreckage to, the only outcome will be for us to stand in the middle of the war and face the wrath of the other two. Since the outcome is the same, and the spaceship wreckage is useless to us, we might as well give it to someone who can use it."
Xitu's voice was calm, but every word was crystal clear. Abu She and the others became even more puzzled.
"Wouldn't that offend all three sides?" Abu She finally asked hesitantly.
"To survive in these chaotic times, we must make ourselves strong.