Perhaps using Celestial Gods earlier had been too draining, because Fang Chenyi now felt sharp pangs of hunger.
He reached into the woven bag again. When he pulled his hand out, it was holding a loaf of bread and a few ham sausages.
'Well, damn, I'm a regular psychic. I knew all along I was headed for a wilderness survival adventure~'
Glancing at the great white shark circling along the coast, Fang Chenyi shook his head in resignation. He never thought he'd be so tragically whisked away to a place like this.
He had observed it from the air earlier—this was, without a doubt, a deserted island.
Turning to look at the dense, primeval forest, Fang Chenyi couldn't help but wonder, 'Could there be primitive tribes or something in there?'
Of course, as for fearsome predators like tigers and lions, Fang Chenyi was sure there wouldn't be any. After all, the island was surrounded by a vast ocean. It was impossible for that kind of land-based beast to make its way here.
