"Good, then it's settled. From now on, we move as one."
By the time the teams set out, a dozen groups had already formed, moving like thin streams down cracked asphalt roads and between hollow buildings.
Shen Ming's group consisted of about twelve members.
A few rough-faced fighters carrying blunt weapons, two young women with sharp eyes and cautious steps, and a handful of average survivors, wary yet determined.
But it was clear who the axis of attention was.
Every few steps, glances would flicker toward Ling Yu. Some were hostile, others admiring; there were also others with wary eyes, but all were indeed drawn to her. It wasn't just her beauty, though her porcelain skin and composed demeanor made her stand out like a moon among stars; it was also because of the way Shen Ming treated her like a goddess.
