Winters sighed helplessly and handed the food and drink to Senior Mason, saying with a tinge of heartache, "Don't eat and drink it all."
"Mm-hmm-hmm," Mason grabbed the water bag and took a big gulp.
Winters involuntarily swallowed, refocusing his attention on the retreat, "This slope isn't high enough, we need to find a higher place. As long as we can see Bianli, we can determine the direction."
"Mm-hmm-hmm," Mason broke off another piece of dry bread.
The North Star was obscured by clouds, making it impossible to navigate by the stars. The dark night made it unrealistic to use trees and rocks as landmarks for orientation.
The only option was to rely on more distinctive landmarks, and Bianli City, situated on high ground, was the best indicator. Seeing Bianli meant they could determine the south.
Patting the others around him, Winters signaled to move back, "Let's go, it's fine to leave just one person here."
"Creak, creak," two sounds came from nearby.