As far as the eye could see, the sky was cloudless, with the sun hanging high, its scorching rays piercing the dense foliage and sprinkling throughout the depths of the jungle, bringing with it waves of humid heat.
Dew adorned the grass, and the mornings in the tropical rainforest were refreshing, albeit too humid and stifling. Spending extended periods there, out of sight of the sun, created an oppressive illusion.
Due to days of constant motion, the survivors had accumulated significant fatigue. Li Kelun did not urge anyone, so everyone slept in until late morning until Xiang Ning couldn't stand it anymore and called the group members to wake up.
"Trojan hasn't issued the third-order mission notice yet, what's the rush?" Zhao Haixing emerged from the tent, stretching his arms back in a lazy yawn.
"I'm going to wash up!" Shirtless, Li Kelun then came out, heading towards the stream.
