Chapter 690 The Seeds of Power

• After a brief moment of thought, Nadia nodded. "Alright. We'll stay."
• It was already noon, and the sun was scorching. The three of them turned back toward the house. Catherine had just returned from work and was in the backyard picking leafy greens.
• In the post-apocalyptic world, insects were rampant, and without pesticides, most vegetables were riddled with bite marks and holes. But food was food—no one dared complain when they were lucky just to have something to eat.