*
Afternoon, 3:30 PM.
Mo Shangjun moved like a wraith, circling the entire jungle range, while incidentally getting a grasp of the general situation.
Smart people always outnumber the fools; the majority had chosen to form alliances. After a tough battle throughout the night and into the morning, basically no one chose to instigate warfare proactively. Without specific advancement quotas, they threw in the towel; those who were tired just hid away.
As Mo Shangjun strolled around, it turned out to be surprisingly safe.
Once, while passing by an ambush site, she overheard a low conversation between two people.
—Should we take her down? It's just her alone.
—Forget it, too tired.
—Grin and bear it. Eliminating a competitor is a good thing.
—What good is that? She still has the energy to walk, and I'm struggling to even breathe without willpower. How can I get rid of someone?
—Alright then, I'll take a nap.
