There was still no second caravan in Zone C, and Cheng Ye secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
After the soul-stirring experience in the Void Mist, he really did not have the energy to deal with complex inspection procedures, especially those involving large caravans that required vehicle-by-vehicle searches.
Over at Song Hai's side, the guards had been instructed to maintain order for the time being, while he leaned against the isolation net, pulled out half a pack of crumpled cigarettes, and stuck one in his mouth.
With a click, the lighter ignited a ghostly blue flame, and the smoke slowly dispersed in front of him, mixing with the mist that still lingered.
Seeing Cheng Ye look over, Song Hai raised the cigarette pack in his hand, pretending to hand it over: "Want one? Good stuff imported from Sand Province, a little something to perk you up."
Cheng Ye shook his head slightly, "I'm not used to it, you go ahead."
