Zhou Zixing set out with the other nine people for the northwest, where they would join up with the Ma family. Once the Zhou and Ma families' teams had converged, Zhou Zixing would lead them, while the Ma family would fully cooperate.
Zhou Zixing was actually somewhat resistant to this operation and did not want to go. But he had no choice. As his lifespan drew near its end, cultivation could barely increase his Qi anymore. He could only communicate with heaven and earth to ensure that his strength did not decline.
If he had not cultivated every day, his current strength might already have deteriorated, perhaps even fallen below the Xiantian Realm.
So, even if he did not consider anyone else, he had to take part in this operation. In truth, it was all just to stay alive.
Anyone who stands in the way of my hope of living is my enemy—an enemy to the death! Zhou Zixing secretly swore.
Leaving aside Zhou Zixing's journey toward the northwest, Chen Mo left the oasis, drove onto the road, found a service station, refueled, and took a short break. Then he took out his phone to see whether there were any messages.
The moment he took out his phone, a flood of messages came pouring in, and it immediately started chiming nonstop.
There were messages from family, familiar acquaintances, and all sorts of miscellaneous people. Naturally, there were also messages from Shen Tingting and Ouyang Ruo Xi, as well as messages from the dreaded Xi Zhihan.
His family was asking when he would return home, while Xi Zhihan was asking when he would be back. She was out of toner and was waiting for him to bring her another shipment.
Nag, nag, nag! All she knew was how to nag!