In the rainforest, the rain drizzled down.
At four o'clock, the sky was gloomy, and the light dim.
On the right side of the mountain top, at a concealed spot, someone passed by for the first time.
But that was all they did—passed by.
They just walked on, without even stopping, let alone carefully checking if there was anyone nearby to make contact with.
There was still one hour left until the end of this covert training exercise.
However, after those few people had passed, somewhere in the bushes there was a stir, and a figure pushed away the assorted weeds and branches and stood up.
The brim of the hat was pressed down low, and the hair exposed below was wet from the rain. A cool breeze blew from the right, causing the hair to flutter slightly. Droplets gathered at the ends of the hair and dripped down, sneaking inside the collar.
Mo Shangjun lifted the brim of her hat slightly.
Her narrow eyes narrowed as she looked in the direction where the previous few people had left.
