Ying Jian sprawled on the boulder, incessantly rubbing at it as he scrutinized it over and over.
Subsequently, he discovered in disappointment that it was just an ordinary boulder. Because the glacial pond water washed up against it over the years, it simply seemed like it was emitting a hint of chilly air, in addition to being darker than the rocks that he normally saw.
Ying Jian released a long sigh. Afterwards, he laid down beneath a huge, crooked old tree.
He looked up at the dense, old tree branches blocking his sight; however, the overlapping layers of luxuriant foliage blocked the sunlight from above, not letting even the slightest bit of sunlight seep through.
He released a signal tool to inform his subordinates to come meet up with him. Afterwards, he was overwhelmed with sleepiness from his body's fatigue, and he unwittingly fell asleep underneath the old tree.
