"We can't do anything about the natural disasters, but we can try to get stronger so that we don't all succumb to the apocalypse." Chu Mo said with a sigh.
"From what I have heard, the supplies that could be collected have become so scarce that it's nearly impossible to find a pack of noodles when you go out." Mother Chu said, looking like she was mourning a departed loved one.
Her charitable character had not faded with the apocalypse.
"That's true. After all, the city was even cleaned before. If not for this wind ruining many places, we would probably be rebuilding it to its former glory." Chu Mo replied to his wife.
"Then how about those places I heard were like markets where people can exchange things? Can we take the excess food we have to exchange for other things like jewelry and crystal cores?" Mother Chu asked again.
Everyone could understand that she was soft-hearted and wanted to help other survivors since their sect had enough food and resources.
