Morning.
The jungle was shrouded in thin mist, leaves gently trembling, dewdrops rolling.
Everyone in Asura Hall was waking up, organizing their packs.
Everything was in order.
Washing faces, brushing teeth, attending to personal needs.
After tidying up, the group set off towards the mountains.
On their journey, they had reached the border of Mandalay.
Yang Chen stopped and asked Meng Po, "Didn't you notice anything?"
Meng Po froze, slightly furrowing her brows.
Yang Chen looked at Purple Cultivator.
Purple Cultivator nodded, saying solemnly, "I've already contacted our informant, who is investigating Peg's whereabouts. According to my route, he should also arrive in Mandalay."
Yang Chen nodded.
Upon hearing this, Meng Po realized, "I've obtained Peg's detailed information. Plus, when Peg was installing infrared cameras, he filmed his own image; he can't escape!"
"Has the contact person been arranged?" Yang Chen asked.
