The old man spoke in his still hoarse voice. “I’ll go too.”

No matter how Xi Bei tried to persuade him, the old man only said this sentence. His stagnant face showed an unusual soberness because of this persistence. Xi Bei was forced to glance at Lu Feng.

Lu Feng stared at the old man for a long time before finally saying, “Take him with us.”

Xi Bei responded by helping the old man go out. This person’s steps were faltering and anyone who saw it would know that his twilight life was coming to an end.

At the mouth of the cave, Lu Feng said, “I’ll take him.”

Xi Bei shook his head and placed his grandfather on his back. “Grandpa is very light.”

An Zhe looked at the old man’s skinny body. His illness had consumed him until there was only a skeleton left. They came to the ground and the sunlight poured down. An Zhe squinted. it would take a while to get used to it again.

He saw the old man close his eyes on Xi Bei’s back. His face was covered with brown spots that would appear in a human’s twilight years but his face looked peaceful in the sun. His mouth moved as he spoke. “People grow on the ground.”

These were the only words from the old man’s mouth these days that didn’t sound like nonsense. He looked up at the grey sky. At this time, the sky was faintly green and he could see the aurora despite it not being night. This was different from before.

Lu Feng told him, “The magnetic field is being tuned.”

An Zhe nodded. He didn’t know the meaning of this sentence but as long as the magnetic poles were fine, everything was fine.

They walked in the deep and shallow sand. On the open wasteland, it was like they were the only life. Wind blew from an unknown distance. For 10,000 years, 100 million years, it blew like this. The living creatures on the ground were renewed. Some died and some were new, but the wind wouldn’t change. When it blew into the crevice of stones, a strange whining sound was heard in the wasteland.

At this vast cry, An Zhe spontaneously grabbed the corner of Lu Feng’s sleeve and walked with him.

Lu Feng lightly glanced back at him. “Shall I carry you?”

An Zhe shook his head. He could walk on his own. Lu Feng didn’t say anything and looked back ahead.

A long time passed and An Zhe was tired, his arms a bit sore. Over the past few days, as the spore gradually matured, his physical strength seemed to be getting worse. He wanted to let go of Lu Feng’s sleeve but he didn’t want to let go.