Bai Yaoyao nodded. "Yes. I desperately need a big fight."
"Then let's go. No dragging your feet. Leave Elder Chen's funeral arrangements to the people at the base. The living have to look ahead. At a time like this, we don't have the luxury of wallowing."
Long Zhan rose, picked up the insulated mug on the table, and screwed on the lid. This time, he intended to go with his disciples.
"Master, you're coming too?"
"Yes. I haven't fought zombies much, so this is an opportunity. Or perhaps we could be a little bolder." Long Zhan suddenly raised an eyebrow at Bai Yaoyao.
Bai Yaoyao understood at once. "You mean bring more people, Master?"
"Yes. Finding a thousand people who would never betray us shouldn't be hard, should it? We can test the limit of how many people your space can hold while we're at it."
"All right, I understand. I'll go make the arrangements."
"And the wolf pack in your space-keep raising them like this, and they'll become useless. When it's time for them to fight, let them out to fight. Casualties are inevitable. Even without the apocalypse, natural selection and survival of the fittest are eternal truths.
"Make full use of what you have. That big whale may be a sea creature, but it's a mutant beast. Is it really completely useless on land?"
Bai Yaoyao suddenly felt her horizons broaden, though the specifics would still have to be tested in combat.
"I understand! This time, every combat unit will fight together."
"We've made it through so many trials together. This is just the final showdown. Once we finish it, we'll clear the whole thing together!"
Long Zhan knew that Bai Yaoyao had been reborn and lived through everything again from the beginning, putting her under immense pressure.