The Wraith Blood Pattern on the City Wall looked like a naughty child's careless doodles.
There seemed to be some faint order to it, yet at a glance, it was utterly chaotic.
It was dark red.
It looked as though a craftsman had carved it with an angled blade dipped in red clay.
The Cave was gradually taking shape, and they could finally sleep soundly tonight.
"Here we go!"
Zhou Mo strode toward the top of the City Wall with a plate in his hands and a broad smile on his face. Crippled Monkey and the others climbed up as well, each carrying a plate.
The food wasn't exactly lavish.
Qi Chong had stir-fried a few hot dishes and warmed up the flatbreads.
But compared with the dry rations they had been gnawing on for the past few days, it was already quite good.
Eternal Night had descended. Thick darkness shrouded the entire Wasteland, while the light of the Level-5 Eerie Fire inside the Cave covered the whole Canyon Hollow, sustaining a pocket of peace in this troubled world.
"..."
Chen Fan sat on the City Wall, gazing at the light outside. He picked up a mouthful of hot food with his chopsticks, then bit into the warm, soft flatbread in his hand. Listening to Zhou Mo and the others chatting and drinking behind him, he smiled without saying a word.
No matter how remarkable someone was,
most of their life was still made up of dull, ordinary moments. Only a handful of highlights made their achievements what they were.
And now,
this counted as a highlight for him.
Earth Dragon Migration had more or less been successfully carried out. He was eating his first hot meal in his New Camp, holding a Housewarming Feast with no guests in