The old man looked at the words on the wall, "Two Weeks."
His heart was heavy with despair. It seemed that Xu Shan had vanished, leaving them with nothing but a glimmer of hope and a ticking clock.
The young girl tried her best to console her father, her voice quivering as she said, "We must hold on for these two weeks, Father."
"Survive two weeks?" The old man wore a smile tinged with self-deprecation. "If only it was that easy. When two weeks are over, nothing will be left here but the ruins. And even if we manage to somehow survive, what then?"
"By two weeks, this whole world would be filled with those bastards. At the moment, their forces are weaker than they would be two weeks later. What if he couldn't defeat them at that time? All this seems like a false hope..."
The old man even wondered if Xu Shan only gave them an excuse because he was scared and wasn't capable of dealing with the enemies? He wondered if he overestimated Xu Shan.
