"What's wrong?"
Outside the small lodging house, on the three-tier concrete steps.
Seeing Chen Feng suddenly stop, Wei Hao tilted his head in confusion and glanced at the sky.
The stars were as bright as ever, with two moons sharing the sky.
He had long been accustomed to such a night sky.
Shaking his head, Chen Feng did not answer.
The feeling of being tracked and locked onto reflected in his mind, was an inspiration from the Ultimate Intent.
The specific source couldn't be determined, but he had a guess, yet he kept it to himself.
Not doubting anything, Wei Hao withdrew his gaze and shook his head.
"Feeling homesick?"
"When I first became a scavenger, I was quite homesick too, but we wilderness people, do we really have a true home?"
He mistakenly thought Chen Feng was melancholic about home, sighed, and triggered some memories.
Most wilderness people didn't have citizenship, and with strict regulations, it's nearly impossible to enter the main city circle.
