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After everyone boarded the transport plane, guided by the aircrew, the plane slowly rose from the moving airboat's tarmac and gradually detached itself from the airboat. About ten meters away from the airboat, the pilot then turned on the propeller, directing the transport plane towards the predetermined destination.

The sky was gloomy and humid at this time, with a thin mist lingering on the ground. When the Advance Team left the Northern, it was still winter last year, and now it was already late spring on their return.

Fulajie'er was quite active on the transport plane, flying around everywhere, and sometimes running outside to admire the landscape below. But after getting along for so long, most of the Advance Team were no longer afraid of her, the only one left who still fears Fulajie'er was probably Luoya.

"We will soon reach the predetermined location!" About twenty minutes into the flight, the co-pilot turned his head and informed them in hard Tasta language.