Afternoon, four o'clock.
Since the daily travel routes had been distributed in advance and both Mo Shangjun and An Chen had practically wasted the morning until noon, even if they hurried during the four hours in the afternoon, they had not reached the designated location planned earlier.
As the sky wasn't dark yet, An Chen suggested that they could walk a bit further, at the very least trying to get closer to the designated spot before nightfall.
To this, Mo Shangjun, who had been accommodating An Chen's pace, raised no objections.
Previously, when she survived in the wild alone, she did as she pleased, resting when tired and seeking food when hungry. In areas devoid of wild beasts and danger, she wouldn't even bother setting up a shelter, and if the weather permitted, she would even sleep under the sky and on the ground.
At present, the fact that An Chen was proposing to continue moving forward was even better.
Time steadily slipped away.
The daylight also gradually dimmed.
