Only a sliver of light remained on the distant horizon.
The mountains and earth nearby were already dotted with burning campfires.
People unloaded supplies from truck after truck and quickly distributed them.
"Fuck, Mian Wood Pills! Is it a festival?"
Mei Lin took the pills handed to him and exclaimed in surprise.
Mian Wood Pills were wood-attribute pills. They could accelerate the replenishment of energy required by a Wood Attribute Implant, stimulate the Implant's growth, and, because their medicinal properties were relatively pure, had little effect on the body.
These pills were of fairly high quality and scarce on the market. Each one could fetch at least 300 yuan!
Yet Mei Lin had received ten Mian Wood Pills at once.
For a Body Breaking Stage martial artist like him, that was already a considerable fortune.
The other Body Breaking Stage martial artists nearby who cultivated Wood Attribute Implants also wore delighted expressions.
"Mei, you idiot. We might be going to war tomorrow, so of course tonight is a 'festival'!"
Beside a campfire not far away sat an old man with graying hair. He sneered as he spoke.
His words changed everyone's expressions, and the joyful atmosphere vanished in an instant.
Mei Lin glanced at the medicine bottle in his hand, hurried over, sat down beside the old man, and asked in a low voice, "Old Man Yao, are we really going to war tomorrow?"
Old Man Yao had a scar running from his forehead all the way to the corner of his mouth, giving him a rather ferocious appearance.
A saber lay beside his thigh, and his right hand could seize its hilt at any moment.
He raised his hand and slapped the ground. "Do you know where we are?"
Mei Lin answered uncertainly, "Feng Province?"
Old Man Yao said,