Li Mingyu fell silently, submerged in the swarm of ants.
A group of warriors returned to the camp without a word.
Like the previous nights, a warrior had fallen, but not even a corpse could be found.
Zhao Ruonan said nothing, only speaking to Song Xiaodong: "You've worked hard, go rest."
Early the next morning, Zhao Ruonan woke up, but didn't call Song Xiaodong. However, with people constantly moving around the camp, Song Xiaodong woke up shortly and came out to see the camp tidying up equipment.
"Let's go for another investigation." Zhao Ruonan responded to Song Xiaodong proactively.
"Okay."
When they reached the Ancient City of Loulan, it was not yet ten o'clock, but as soon as the sun rose in the desert, the temperature was indistinguishable from noon.
Zhao Ruonan, Song Xiaodong, Sun Yiyi, Chu Xianling, and Master Benwu stood side by side at the entrance of the Ancient City of Loulan, followed by twenty warriors.
Everyone looked somber.
