The evening breeze gently blew, the scenery they had witnessed in the afternoon now seemed blurry.
The wind by the river wasn't too strong, let alone the gradually warming weather. Still, watching Yan Fei delivering that lightly jesting remark about perhaps not being able to return to Hong Kong, the Third Young Master Guo truly felt a chill in his heart. He was getting an eerie sense here. If he mismanaged anything, his party, now stuck in this godforsaken wilderness, were bound to walk into a trap.
