The sun was setting in the west, and the sky was a crimson red, signaling the approach of dusk.
From the factories on both sides of the road, a large number of scantily-clad female workers poured out, chattering away. Despite their tired faces, they were full of laughter and joy, completely unaware that the last glimmer of human civilization was on the brink of collapse.
Chen Shouyi pushed his bicycle into the garage and walked to the living room.
"Mom, I'm back."
"Why are you so late today?" Mrs. Chen said.
"I got held up on the road. Mom, I'll be entering closed practice starting tomorrow, so I won't be home at night," Chen Shouyi thought for a moment and said. At home, apart from meditating and refining himself, he couldn't train the Thirty-Six Styles of Horizontal Training, resulting in a lot of wasted time.
