Old Man Li listened to Chu Sheng without a word, took another sip of liquor, then said, "Since I've left it to you, just do as you see fit. I trust you."
Chu Sheng chuckled twice at that and said nothing more, activating his ability instead.
Old Man Li claimed to trust him, but only the old man himself knew whether he really did.
Chu Sheng couldn't read him.
Still, they were both Sequence Adepts in the same convoy, and there was no conflict between them, so there was no need to worry about it.
A white light flashed, and Old Man Li's Pickup Truck transformed before Chu Sheng.
Chu Sheng had merely incorporated the properties of the three supernatural materials into it, but he had modeled its shape after Zhu Qing's Fish Cart.
Zhu Qing's Fish Cart had a van in the middle and fishing-boat sections at either end, whereas Old Man Li's had a pointed cab at the very front and an open rear section resembling a pickup's cargo bed.
"No matter how many times I see it, your ability still feels strange." Looking at his newly transformed vehicle, Old Man Li couldn't help marveling. "It was just a foam board, a palm-sized gyroscope, and a propeller like one of those bamboo dragonfly toys, yet they made such a huge difference."
Chu Sheng shrugged, took a roll of toilet paper and a paint roller from the cargo bed of Old Man Li's Fish Cart, and gestured that he was taking them.
Old Man Li nodded, indicating that he could help himself.
Only then did Chu Sheng say conversationally, "The apocalypse is here, and we all have incredible abilities. No matter how strange something is, it's not really strange anymore."
"If you think my ability is strange, I actually