Zunti casually opened the doors of the supply warehouse. The gates were far from ordinary; they appeared to open at Zunti's gentle push, but any unauthorized intruder attempting to steal inside would likely be obliterated by the grand formation before even getting close.
Everyone stepped inside the warehouse, struck speechless by the sight before them. The interior was piled high with an array of supplies—food, weapons, and medicine, everything one could possibly need.
Laozi stepped forward, carefully inspecting the provisions, his eyes filled with relief. "With these supplies, we can finally catch our breath."
Chapter 182