On the snowy mountain, Li Mu Chuan casually picked up a bottle of ice-cold cola.
It gurgled as he drank it.
Li Ying could only sigh helplessly. This guy's body really was something else.
Look at him—he could still drink iced beverages in weather this cold.
She felt a little envious, but quickly drank the tea in her hands anyway. If she did not finish it soon, it would turn into ice.
"Before you leave this time, do you have any special requests? The Logistics Department has been getting headaches too. They have no idea how to prepare supplies for you."
After finishing her hot tea and feeling some warmth return to her body, Li Ying brought up the matter with Li Mu Chuan.
This time, the department specifically responsible for researching and preparing Li Mu Chuan's supplies was having an especially difficult time.
His Small Space had shrunk by quite a lot again, yet Li Mu Chuan's personal supply requirements had not decreased in the slightest.
Although Li Mu Chuan had grown much stronger now, and with Phoenix Wings on Earth, he basically lacked no supplies at all.
Who knew whether his next journey would still be on Earth?
The Logistics Department could not prepare his supplies based on that assumption. At the very least, they had to plan for the worst-case scenario.
For example, what if Li Mu Chuan traveled to a barren, uninhabited planet with no oxygen?
Or what if he had to stay there for decades?
The oxygen, water, and food he would need then would all become major problems.
Considering that, the Logistics Department was understandably troubled.
How nice it had been when Li Mu Chuan's Small Space had exceeded a thousand cubic meters. They had been able to prepare supplies in abundance.
Unfortunately, his