Zhuo Wu's words caught Chu Sheng off guard, but he quickly understood.
When the Great Sage Equal to Heaven had appeared earlier, they had seen him look in their direction. In hindsight, that must have been what Zhuo Wu was talking about.
Captain Hui had already told them that Zhuo Wu knew they existed and wanted to join them.
Still, hearing him say it in person left Chu Sheng somewhat speechless.
When the world underwent its upheaval, their Convoy had only just emerged from the extreme rainstorm, at least ten thousand kilometers away from Zhuo Wu's group.
Yet he had actually seen them from that far away.
But remembering the Great Sage Equal to Heaven's appearance, Chu Sheng accepted it.
After all, that was Sun Wukong, the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, a genuine figure from mythology. Although An Xi's White Tiger Sequence also carried the word "mythical," it could not compare to the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, who embodied mythology itself.
"Do you two really have to chat here?" Watching Chu Sheng and Zhuo Wu strike up a conversation, An Xi could not help interjecting. "We're all Sequence Adepts, so we can ignore this volcanic ash, but they can't."
She pointed at Zeng Lei beside Zhuo Wu and the survivors behind them.
At her words, Zhuo Wu scratched his head awkwardly. "Sorry, sorry."
"Shall we get out of here first?" he asked Chu Sheng tentatively.
Chu Sheng nodded. "Sure."
Once he agreed, Zhuo Wu turned toward the survivors behind him and told Zeng Lei, "Have everyone head back the way we came, somewhere without volcanic ash."
"Got it, boss!" Zeng Lei answered and went to organize them.
Ever since Chu Sheng and An Xi arrived, the survivors had been watching them.
Zhuo Wu had already told them there