The countdown was still going, which brought some calm to Yu Hong’s heart.
He sat cross-legged once again, trying to calm his spirit as much as possible.
He began to enter a state of extreme vigilance toward his surroundings and himself, ready to spot any danger that might suddenly arise.
Time ticked by, minute after minute.
Suddenly, Yu Hong opened his eyes.
Something felt off.
He sent out his divine sense to scan around, but everything seemed normal, just as before.
No abnormality found.
After the fruitless scan, he closed his eyes again, quietly focusing his divine sense on the environment.
A while passed, and once again, that uneasy feeling surged up inside him.
This time, he couldn’t ignore it.
After all, he now possessed the Ancient Drifter trait.
At this level, his existential status was extremely high, and it was impossible for such a feeling of unease to arise without cause.
Pfft.
Right then, Yu Hong suddenly discovered the problem!
Inside the safe house, there was a metal basket he had placed in the corner, holding several cans of high-energy processed meat.
Just a moment ago, one of those cans was gone!