New Mission, the Eight Years of the Wasteland! Part 3

It was silent throughout the night.

Early the following day, Su Mo opened his eyes at seven in the morning as usual to his biological clock.

"Ugh. My waist is sore!" 

After lying on the stiff seats all night, Su Mo felt the pain of ordinary people once again without having the help of psychic energy water.

"Haha. Youzong, it's obvious you don't take the train very often. We are all used to it."

Sitting not far away, Gong Liang, who had just washed his face with water, turned around with a smile.

"There is still two and a half days' journey to Heaven's Origin. It's not that close."

Huang Qing sat up and interrupted with undisguised tiredness on her face.

Anyone who often rode in the train knew that it was inevitable to feel mentally exhausted over time, no matter if one lay down, sat, or did whatever made them feel most comfortable.

"After returning to the territory this time, I want to sleep for two days straight!"