From Beijun farm to dwarven Town, the distance of 200 kilometers is not far, nor near, and old Zhu doesn't know how he got there.

along the way, when we stop to have a rest, we can either exercise our mental strength or take out the egg to study. To be honest, old Zhu has never seen such a hard egg. If it wasn't for the white egg shell and the pattern on it, old Zhu would think it was a stone.

Zhu once thought of eating this egg for breakfast, but he was totally disillusioned in front of the hard eggshell.

forget it. Put it away first. I can't...