"The fish you ate, are they okay?" Guan Anyan wrote on the paper.
"No problem."
Li Ang paused for a moment. The Ink Silk Clone had no digestive functions; the fish soup remained unchanged inside its abdominal cavity, with no anomalies for the time being.
He stepped over to the window. Looking through the gap, he could faintly see the village streets were deserted. Fog was drifting from the mountains, gradually covering the entire Qi Shui Village.
The village was eerily silent, without even the sound of chickens crowing or dogs barking. It was a deathly stillness.
"I don't know where the others are."
Li Ang withdrew his gaze. Their group had brought enough dried food for several days and talismans to condense moisture from the air; they could survive in the wilderness for a while.
The only concern was the danger lurking in the surrounding environment.
"Let's make plans after dawn."
He shook his head and wrote on the paper, "You rest first. I'll keep watch tonight."
