Eh?
Jiang Fan paused.
Then he suddenly realized something and couldn't help but slap his own forehead.
"I assumed too early!"
"Dry for a thousand years, wet for ten thousand years, neither dry nor wet, only half a year."
"The air in the snowfield is dry, once these woods are taken out, they will instantly endure the drying of a thousand years and only become drier."
"They won't rot!"
Thinking this in his heart.
His gaze wandered and saw a pile of wood in the distance.
He cast out the Heavenly Mountain Silk to drag a piece of wood out.
In an instant.
A thousand years descended upon the wood.
The wood, thick as a man, shrank by a circle.
At the same time, large and small cracks appeared on the surface.
With a twist of his hands, the wood shattered into pieces like paper.
The wood, which had endured a thousand years of drying, didn't rot but became more flammable, and was incredibly light.
Making it more convenient to use on the battlefield.
This time, fuel was found.
