As people flowed by, Jiao Ting was sitting on the edge of the Floating Land.
Ever since confirming that Wei Dong and Longyan couldn't return, the last stone in his heart fell as well. He ate and slept well, checked on the roughspoon grass he had planted every day, and reestablished the Iron Wolf Corps.
Sitting high up, he saw more clearly than anyone else.
The crowd looked like tiny ants emerging from the ground, slowly merging together.
Strangely enough, the people who usually fought to the death for a few bites could sit together with smiles, sharing food scavenged from who knows which corpse. The once vicious Black Bandits would even give a ride to Scavengers heading to He Shui.
Grudges and enmity seemed to be set aside that day.
Even the timid, the cowardly, and the survivalists found a sudden courage, charging red-eyed at High-Tier Evolution Beasts, all to let others go a bit farther.
