After bidding farewell to the blacksmith, Chen Changan slung the Power Stone Sword over his back and headed for Wu Yuan City.
But Chen Changan had no idea whether the blacksmith had done it on purpose. The Power Stone Sword was clearly heavier than he could handle.
The journey was probably going to be a trial in its own right.
Compared with Chen Changan, who had already begun to get on track, the others didn't have his abilities or his luck.
Although several days had passed, Yao Wudi had clearly only just started to adapt.
His strength had grown, but nowhere near as quickly as Chen Changan's.
"Three thousand meters!"
"Hahahaha!"
"I finally walked three thousand meters!"
"I..."
"Waaah!"
"This grass tastes like absolute crap!"
Yao Wudi hadn't expected that after entering the Saint Dragon Ruins, he wouldn't just become this weak and burn through so much energy—he'd actually need to eat, too.
But out here in the middle of nowhere, what was he supposed to eat?
For the past few days, Yao Wudi had been able to fill his stomach only by eating wild grass.
As Yao Wudi chewed the grass in his mouth, tears brimmed in his eyes.
It wasn't that he didn't want to eat something else; he simply couldn't manage it.
There was no wild fruit, though he had seen bugs. The most infuriating part was that Yao Wudi had discovered he couldn't even catch them.
What a blow!
A crushing blow!
"Ugh, I wonder how Big Brother and Sister-in-law are doing."
"They're probably doing a little better than me, right? Maybe they've even managed to get some meat."
"Yeah. With Big Brother's strength, he can definitely find meat."
"Ugh, why didn't I know how to cherish things back then? I had so many chances to