Night fell, and the moonlight, with its eternal gaze, watched over the vast forest, indifferent and unselfish, scattering its light down, bringing a touch of brightness to the dark earth. The dense canopy above the forest was a hazy gray, while the forest itself was pitch black. Occasionally, the calls of various birds and beasts echoed, adding an eerie mystery to the silent forest. On a ridge, hidden in the woods, Luo Zheng and his companions sat tightly under a large tree, resting.
After a hurried dinner at the valley base, they had rushed out, marching briskly for over two hours. Luo Zheng, seeing the ridge offered a good vantage point, decided to stop and rest, waiting for the others to gather. The assembly command had already been sent via signal device. Shadow, Drunkard, and Snow Fox were swiftly leading their teams to rendezvous.
Luo Zheng drank some water, stowed away his canteen, and looked at Lan Xue, asking with concern, "Are you alright?"
