This set of equipment had Sun Bocheng feeling downright depressed. After so many years of cultivation... could he still not compare to a metal box? What was the point of life? And the point of cultivation?
Life on earth is not worth it.
Forget it, if it's not worth it, then so be it. At least my body is better than this thing.
But just as Sun Bocheng was folding a paper crane to scout ahead, he saw Qiu Tianyi release three drones from his wrist, which flew away silently. From his eyepiece, one could vaguely see the images transmitted back by the drones.
Looking at the other's gear and then at his own simple paper crane, Sun Bocheng took out a handful of sunflower seeds from his pocket and started to crack them open right there.
"Hey, why are you eating at a time like this?"
"Please, go ahead with your performance, I feel completely useless."
