After drinking the nutrient paste, he pocketed his Defense Communication and strolled toward the newly established flea market in the community.
Unfortunately, on such a snowy day, hardly anyone was willing to brave the cold and set up a stall. The usually bustling stall area was deserted except for a few workers busy shoveling snow.
Cheng Ye wandered around, but without any inquiries, he had no choice but to wander back to the small shop, grab a chair, and sit at the entrance to bask in the sun.
The cooling effect brought by the Void Mist was strange; it didn't affect the warmth of the sun, which felt cozy and comfortable.
Cheng Ye lay there for a while, feeling somewhat at a loss.
From traveling through the wasteland to becoming an Inspector, to experiencing various dangers and adventures, almost every day for the past four months he had been continuously on the go, his nerves always taut, never daring to relax even a bit.
