Ke Meng called out to Tangyuan, and the dog immediately chased after it.
Ke Meng circled the other large chunks of ice, chose a rough, concave surface, and tapped it with his scarf, storing the object inside the Storage Scarf.
He waited half a second. The object did not fall out.
Old Shi watched with an inquisitive expression.
"There are gaps in the scarf. It slipped out," Ke Meng said sheepishly.
Ke Meng's Storage Scarf was not completely sealed. It had numerous spatial gaps through which objects could slip out, but this rarely happened, since only living things moved around. Stationary objects would not slip out on their own.
"Then I'll take a few too, so you don't lose anything on the way." Old Shi understood at once, then helped Ke Meng store a few chunks of ice.
These chunks were very heavy. A storage item whose capacity was measured by weight probably would not have held many.
After storing a few chunks, Ke Meng and Old Shi left Iceland.
Old Shi later collected the chunk of ice that had slipped away, so it did not escape.
Once they boarded the warship, seawater propelled it forward at increasing speed. The accelerated current, combined with the warship's own thrust, sent them racing through wind and waves.
The desert island was drier than Ke Meng had imagined. When he stepped onto the sand, there was extraordinarily little moisture in the air, as though none could drift inside.
Incidentally, this world did not have a flat earth beneath a round sky.
According to Di Ping's senses, the land beneath their feet was spherical-in other words, it had the structure of a planet.
The sky remained in perpetual daylight. Ke Meng would need to leave instruments behind to observe it for at least one