At this moment, Feng Moxi believed the man before her was temporarily dead to the world, devoid of all desire.
Right now, she had no desire to form a team, much less lead a massive group of people and be responsible for their every need—from eating and drinking to their daily lives and shelter.
To work herself to the bone for others without complaint, only to get nothing in return.
She just wanted to recruit a few underlings who could gather information and handle some simple manual labor. Then, she would focus on strengthening herself and simply surviving in the Apocalypse.
"Tell me what's been happening with you lately."
"Yes. It's nothing much, really. I just went to the edge of that canyon every day to frantically kill monsters. I waited until the carcasses in the valley were devoured by the Mutant Beasts and other monsters, and then..."
Before he could finish, a golden light suddenly shot toward his face.
