They had delayed another day in the mountains.
As night approached, they finally returned to Baiyun Peak from Goddess Peak, and after another day's trek, they would be able to descend the mountain.
On foot, the journey was exhausting and slow, and having witnessed nearly two hundred people die right before their eyes weighed heavily on their hearts. Both physically and mentally, they were extremely fatigued and couldn't help but sigh over the fragility of human life in the apocalyptic world, diminishing even the joy of acquiring a large cache of munitions.
After setting up camp, Yan Xiao, as usual, fiddled with the communicator and, perhaps due to a better location, managed to get a connection.
"Changyuan, can you hear me? … Changyuan, we've finished here, and we'll be back in a few days. Is there anything happening at the base?"
"Nothing major, just a minor issue…"
