"Wait, Mr. Liang!"
Yang Shenmin quickly called out to Liang Yuan, and said, "I also have a question for you."
Liang Yuan paused, looked at him, and said, "What is it?"
Yang Shenmin hesitated for a moment, seemingly organizing his thoughts, and after a few seconds, he finally spoke.
"Mr. Liang, what are your plans going forward?"
Liang Yuan looked at him and suddenly laughed, "What do you mean?"
Yang Shenmin sighed, looked out at the raging storm, and said, "I'm not Elder Daoist Lin, still holding out hope for national rescue."
"This torrential rain, this massive flood, it's unprecedented, I've only heard about such things in mythological stories."
"These mutated creatures have also far exceeded our scope of understanding."
"I understand that rescue will not come."
"Self-rescue is our only way out."
"I don't know how much longer this building can hold out."
