Sitting in the shop's main hall, Lu Sheng looked through the glass display window facing the street at the deathly silent city roads outside.
The city's power system seemed to have been damaged. The lights would not turn on, and there was no water either.
Lu Sheng could only rest for now. Early tomorrow morning, he would search the surrounding area and see if he could find something to eat.
The little food he had on him would only last two days at most.
No one spoke, and there was no sound or movement whatsoever—not even the chirping of insects.
Alone in the darkness, Lu Sheng leaned against the shop's long leather sofa, lay on his side, and slowly entered meditation.
The tenth stage of Assassination Fist required at least three more days for his body to completely adapt before he could proceed to the next level.
Time slowly passed.
Before he knew it, Lu Sheng had meditated until it was time to automatically fall asleep.
Though it was only shallow sleep, even the slightest sense of danger from outside would let him rapidly awaken and go on guard.
But to his surprise, he actually dreamed.
In the dream, he stood beneath an enormous black sun.
The black sun was visible the moment he lifted his head, constantly radiating bone-piercing cold.
The black sun seemed to be steadily sinking lower, drawing ever closer. He felt as though he was about to freeze into an ice pop.
Huff. Lu Sheng slowly opened his eyes. A faint white light shining upon his eyelids had naturally awakened him.
Rolling over and getting up, he ate some of the biscuits and water he had brought, straightened his clothes, and continued exploring deeper into Galfor.
Before long, he found an intact van. He moved several