Chapter 540 Am I Still A Compassionate Person?

• I lay on the hard ground, realizing for the first time how surprisingly comfortable the firm surface felt.
• Gazing up at the midday sun, I sensed the soft mud clinging to my body would soon solidify into a tough shell, resembling a roasted chicken.
• Exhaustion washed over me. After regaining my breath, I rose from the ground and grabbed a branch to chip away at the hardened mud on my body. As I chipped away, my gaze froze ahead.