Time slips away without us noticing.
Lin Yue felt as if he had spent almost an entire day cleaning up the various bits and pieces brought back from the designated Ancient Secret Realm Gate.
From small things like pencils, rulers, erasers, to things that weren't even considered items, such as "ashes" or accumulated dust.
To larger things like various pipes, machinery, reinforced concrete, and more — everything imaginable.
Some things could be used, but some, no matter how they were viewed or dismantled, were nothing more than raw materials, while things like dust and scrap paper were simply trash and junk.
The more Lin Yue cleaned, the more he envied Fei Yue and the others, at least they had some help.
As for him now, the Little Ice Lizards around him were all off to fight or guard the Divine Horn Race, traveling between various bases, constantly shuttling across this desert on trains.
