On the sand dunes, a motorcade was currently moving. There were still a number of flying transports following after in the air.
The storm above the sand dunes had yet to subside, but it had clearly weakened.
Flemington looked through the weather forecast that was sent over and noticed Fang Zhao staring continuously into the distance. He thought that Fang Zhao was worried about the storm outside, so he reassured, "This storm has already passed and will start to subside rapidly. It's no longer powerful enough to pose a threat to us. Normally, we will still do missions in this sort of weather."
Fang Zhao was seated in the back holding on to Curly Hair. He smiled upon hearing what Flemington said but declined to comment. He had been thinking about other stuff rather than worrying about the storm. It wasn't a threat to the motorcade. Instead, he had been trying to analyze what exactly that sound could be.
