In the blink of an eye, another month had passed.
During this month, Zhou Sui, Ji Bingyu, Mu Ziyi, and Xia Jingyan lived in the underground shelter.
Life was extremely monotonous.
They cultivated, practiced dual cultivations, practiced while cultivating - it was a monotonous cycle.
Their life underground was no different from above ground, except for the lack of sunlight.
For homebodies like Zhou Sui and the others, they were quite used to it already.
Instead, without the disturbance from others, they actually felt more comfortable and wished to stay there forever.
"Sir, what is the current situation in Misty Cloud City?"
Ji Bingyu curiously asked.
She would inquire about the situation in Misty Cloud City every once in a while, because Zhou Sui had five clones stationed around Misty Cloud City, monitoring every movement there.
Although they were living in the underground shelter, they were well informed about the happenings in the city.
"It's terrible."
