Tang Wulin found a large, shady tree and deftly climbed it. He sat on a branch and gazed into the distance. Having confirmed there were no dangers, he raised his thumb toward White Seven waiting below.
White Seven found a clean spot and sat down. She then grabbed a bottle of water from her storage soul tool to quench her thirst.
Meanwhile, Tang Wulin had stuffed a large flatbread with some beef and was munching away. To him, food was indispensable. Now that he could not use his soul power, it was even more critical to keep his bloodline in peak condition.
White Seven glanced at Tang Wulin who was sitting on a branch. Her stomach was growling. She had not eaten since this morning. She was going to buy some food but ended up empty-handed as all the shops in town had long queues.
At present, she was eyeing Wulin enjoying his food. She was starving having walked for two hours. However, she was too dignified to ask for food.
