Several little kids ran across the wooden planks, their cheers ringing out one after another.
After taking a bite of the salmon they had received, every one of them found it especially delicious and kept showing off to one another.
After Li Mu Chuan finished eating, he still had quite a bit of salmon left in his hands, enough for another meal at noon.
With Li Mu Chuan's appetite, the amount of salmon that could last him two meals was considerable.
Li Mu Chuan lowered the fish trap again, planning to check the catch tomorrow.
Noon arrived quickly.
Li Mu Chuan raised a hand to shield his eyes from the sun. The sunlight was rather glaring, while the temperature around them kept climbing.
"How long will we need to migrate? Do we have a more definite destination?"
Li Mu Chuan called Hu Zi over and wanted to ask whether they had a specific direction or target for their migration.
It had already been over ten days, yet the other strongholds showed no signs of stopping.
Thinking about it, Earth's poles were extremely cold. He wondered whether the stronghold might eventually drift over there.
He still did not know what conditions were like at the poles now—whether the ice had all melted or whether it was still cold there—but they should be cautious regardless.
"Normally, during a migration, we sail for over a month, sometimes two, before deciding on another location."
Hu Zi answered.
Li Mu Chuan frowned when he heard that. That was practically the same as sailing around at random.
Seeing that Hu Zi did not know either, Li Mu Chuan stopped worrying about it. He merely told the villagers who cleaned beneath the water stronghold to pay more attention to their surroundings.
Every so often, the villagers would