Dusk was approaching, and the sky still flushed like a drunk.
The gentle evening wind brought the faint scent of plants, and the earth bathed in the afterglow of sunset was also coated with an intoxicating red glow.
In the distance, a thin wisp of smoke rose.
The gently wafting smoke was merely one of the two signs of human life in the desolate valley.
"So, the third squad is also stationed in this valley?"
"That's the group led by Miss Xinfei. I wonder how the proud lady is doing these days?"
The sixth squad, as agreed, regrouped and sat beside a campfire, relishing the rare moments of leisure.
"Looking at the wisp of smoke, it doesn't seem too far from us, probably just four or five miles away..."
"Master Han, how is their condition? Compared to us, who is faring better and who is worse?"
Zhao Li gazed into the distance for a moment before she sat down and asked excitedly.