The man in the white shirt called Wei Ye turned to look. His lips were cracked, and his complexion was poor. Helplessly, he said, "Liu An, save your strength. Don't pass out in a bit."
Liu An held a blade less than twenty centimeters long as if he had found a treasure, constantly making gestures with it at the large rock beside him. It left Wei Ye both annoyed and amused.
Wei Ye stuffed the knife handle in his hand into his trouser pocket, came to Liu An's side, and said, "Let's go. It's time to keep looking for food. If we still can't find any, not only will something serious happen, we'll starve to death too."
Hearing this, Liu An nodded. He held the blade with extreme care, afraid of being cut.
The two of them picked a direction and walked off.
"Wei Ye, tell me, where exactly are we? The no-man's-land in the northwest, or have we gone abroad?"
"I'm not sure either. Maybe we're already no longer on Earth."
"Seriously? Did we transmigrate?"
"Anyway, I feel this place is really creepy. Every night, I feel like someone's watching our carriage."
The two chatted on and off. Starving as they were, their fear of this unfamiliar land had already dropped by a great deal. Even if some ferocious beast really appeared before their eyes, they would still have to take a gamble.
Wei Ye and Liu An, who came from Earth, stumbled their way into the cultivation world of a Great Thousand World. A few dozen years were very short to Gu An, but to them, they were years of torment.
The eight Earthlings who survived were taken by Cultivators to a sect, but only Wei Ye was found to have decent cultivation aptitude. As for the