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After walking for a long time, the purple fog became thicker, almost directly before their eyes.
Looking at the distant scenery drenched in purple, nothing else was clear, even the people beside them seemed to be draped in purple garments.
Along the way, they encountered more and more people from various countries; all the food that should have been distributed had been handed out, and Zhe Jue and his group had only enough provisions for two more days.
"My lord, miss, we still have water, but there's not much dry food left," said a voice in the night.
In the evening, by the fire, Zhe Jue reported today's dry food inventory, and Jiang Zuo, who had just brought over an empty water bag, was there as well.
"Exactly, my lord, miss, distributing our existing food like this isn't a solution. As more people arrive, our dry food keeps dwindling. Sooner or later, we'll have none left," said someone else.