The Daoist Master Practiced Cultivation 15

Once Zhang Jianyun had left, Sun Kenan discreetly tossed the food outside.

There were dozens of ordinary people waiting outside the base gate.

Sun Kenan's meager amount of food was hardly enough to share, and as they cried, they rushed forward in a frenzy to grab whatever they could.

Regardless of age or gender, they fight for food. They even punched and kicked, regardless of the condition of their opponents.

Seizing a piece of bread, a person paid no attention to the pummeling of others, hurriedly tore open the packaging, and stuffed it into their mouth, chewing with their head lowered, swallowing it down while clutching their stomach.

Tears flowed down, tracing white streaks on their dark faces.

A biscuit, a piece of candy—things that might have been ignored before the apocalypse now collected dust on the ground, yet people eagerly stuffed them into their mouths.

Sun Kenan watched from within the base, his heart weighed down.