"Xiao Zhang! Xiao Zhang! This is the expedition team. Please reply!"
"Xiao Zhang! Xiao Zhang! This is the expedition team. Please reply!"
At the water well within the Bedouin tribe, Wei Kang looked towards the south with a telescope. From time to time, he picked up the walkie-talkie to call Zhang Zian.
"Teacher, forget it. Drink a glass of water first. Do not overwork yourself."
Gao Ke ran forward and handed a bottle of water to him. "We have been here for three days. If Zhang Zian wanted to be here, he would have come by now. I will say something that you won't want to hear—since he did not arrive at the scheduled place at the stipulated time, he likely did not make it. Because such an epic black storm and earthquake occurred in the Devil's Sea, the chances of him escaping all of that are extremely low. You must be prepared for the worst."
Wei Kang sighed, passed the telescope to Gao Ke, and took a few mouthfuls of water.
