Upon hearing the word 'Priest', the tall figure emerged in Lin Feng's mind.
Perhaps it truly confirmed what he had thought in his heart.
He then pedaled the tricycle, following the two Cultivators.
The survivors gradually calmed their emotions after the ordeal, beginning to curiously observe the surroundings.
Unlike the eclectic and dilapidated convoy of Fifth Village, the convoy of Holy Spring Village was categorized and orderly.
There were vehicles specifically for dining, bathing, and using the toilet, along with rare mobile structures like schools and prayer rooms.
They were uniformly painted with white, contrasting the yellowish-brown of the desolate wasteland, akin to pure land in the desert Oasis.
It had a special sacred feeling independent of the world.
Each vehicle bore the Teaching Emblem of the Holy Spring Sect, and the few building tops ahead prominently displayed iron manhole cover badges.
