In the shadow behind a small hill about four kilometers northwest from Lin Yue's shelter.
The door of the underground shelter was open outward, venting the foul air from inside.
Descending along the wooden stairs, seven individuals dressed differently were resting in their most comfortable positions.
"Qi Tian, do you think we should follow up with Levik and the others when they arrive and grab some benefits?"
A man as skinny as a monkey sat by the stairs, took a stick from his Storage Space, placed it next to his teeth, and bit it, the bitter taste filling his mouth, which he somehow enjoyed.
He looked at the bald man next to him and found he was doing the same, only there were two sticks in his mouth.
Qi Tian glanced at him and snorted coldly, "Da Mao, what the hell are you thinking? We're just scouts, fighting has nothing to do with us. Levik's main force is off to trouble Lin Yue; we're here to cheer them on from afar when the main force arrives, don't get involved."
