"Hiss... My hand!"
Qin Li stood by the valley, holding a wooden stick in his hand. With a swift motion, he threw it down. His gaze followed the trajectory of the stick, his hand, the ground, the wood he stepped on, and the wisps of smoke. However, there was no rising flame, only a small black indentation.
In an instant, a sense of frustration welled up within him.
Creating fire by rubbing wood together was the fundamental lesson of wilderness survival.
Ye Sanshi gathered two cola bottles and led the group to collect dry grass for tinder. Then, he guided everyone to gather branches.
At this moment, each person had a wooden board beneath their feet and a small wooden stick to rub between their hands.
Intermittently throughout the valley, the sight of people attempting to produce smoke could be seen.
However, his initial attempt at igniting the fire ended in failure.
"Don't fret, try again with more persistence!"
