Chen Yutong showed little reaction, deeply contemplating, while the young man sitting beside him blushed unconsciously.
"Like, liking a girl? Why are we talking about this?"
Old White teased with a smile.
"It's not about anything in particular. If you're shy, we can talk about something else."
Seemingly unwilling to admit his shyness, Zhao Xiao fell silent for a while before opening up.
"I... come from Town No.13."
"What's that?"
"An autonomous region managed by the Science Committee. Each autonomous region is different; some are tribal, some are kingdoms, while ours is the former, with roughly one to two thousand households."
Old White nodded.
"That's pretty large."
A typical survivor settlement has about one to two hundred households, and fewer still might have only a dozen or so. It seems the Wandering Swamp wasn't as desolate as he had imagined.