There were many superfluous facts in this world. For example, roots grew out from trees. The presence of roots would also mean that there would definitely be trees.
Lin Sanjiu straightened her back. Gazing far into the distance, she only saw a boundless wilderness, littered with a few miserable ruins and sparse patches of vegetation.
If these ‘white radishes’, which spread over hundreds of kilometers, were all tree roots, then—
"Where is the tree?"
As that question surfaced in Lin Sanjiu’s mind, Gong Daoyi, who was far away, asked the same question. His slightly feminine face revealed a rare hint of confusion, somehow giving him a child-like aura.
Hearing that question, a person standing nearby slowly turned around.
The building Gong Daoyi was in had only half its original height. The erosion over the years also damaged most of its walls. Right now, the single somewhat complete room in the building was where these two people were standing.
