Time flies like a shuttle.
In the blink of an eye, half a year had passed.
Under the moonlight, the north wind howled, and the wind-blown sand battered the ruined walls and debris of Celestial Yang City, which had long turned into a wasteland full of wild grass.
Some mice, wild rabbits, and the like scurried freely and lively under the moonlight, unnoticed by anyone.
Somewhere beneath the almost-dried-up mudflats of a water channel, it seemed as if something was slowly wriggling, wriggling…
Eventually, a mud shrimp forcefully emerged from the ground, lay on the other side, flipped over its belly, and spread open its pincers, as if resting under the moonlight.
In the tiny tunnel created by the mud shrimp's efforts, a slow and gentle wind seemed to be blowing in, reaching deep into the mud…
A position ten meters to the sides beneath the mud.
Li An finally breathed the first breath of air after half a year!
