Seeing that the last person had also started production, Li Qingming finally stood up comfortably. After briefly instructing Yin Li, he took a machete from the weapons cabinet and quickly crossed the several meters wide creek bed. He slashed through the underbrush, arriving at the location Du Chen had mentioned as suitable for building an underground shelter.
Once he confirmed no one was around and the camp was obscured from view by layers of concealment, he reached into his right pocket and pulled out a small object, a rust-stained katana.
Unlike before, he didn't need to tease it with energy blocks. As soon as the blade was drawn, it started trembling and emitting a low hum, and the same sound resonated in Li Qingming's mind.
"Home... are we home??"
"We're home!"
"There's energy everywhere... energy everywhere!!"
"Hurry the fuck up and let me..."
"I beseech you... I beseech you to let me out... Master..."
