Impure Motives
Editor: Henyee Translations
They were a little vigilant. Even if a camera drone came from above, it would only capture their heads. As for what was happening, it couldn't capture that scene at all.
Ye Jian was sitting, while the other seven people were standing close to each other. They were shoulder-to-shoulder and leaning on each other's heads. Then, they lowered their heads in unison and looked at the tree branch in Xia Jinyuan's hand. Then, they looked at the map on the backpack. Ye Jian hugged the backpack and sat down.
The seven heads were close together, and the circle they formed was tight. Ye Jian, who was hugging the backpack, saw seven resolute faces with sharp eyes every time she raised her head.
"We took too long just now. We need to pick up the pace now. We're ranked tenth now. Entering the top five is our goal, but we can't jump to fifth place all at once. We have to take it slow."