"I have one more question," Sun Hang looked at Nuer, who was clumsily peeling the aluminum foil packaging of the compressed biscuit, "How do hunters like you find direction over the Desert Sea?"
Considering the Desert Sea natives' level of technology, they probably don't have those precise positioning instruments. Even if they found some remnants of the old civilization, those things might not be usable—more than half of the high-tech equipment brought by the advance team became ineffective in the Surrendered Area, let alone those antiques from a hundred years ago.
"With this." Nuer raised his arm.
Sun Hang saw a scar on the inside of Nuer's right arm, looking like a burn mark.
"What is this?"
