"It's fine now, get up!"
Ye Hao had already taken in the situation within six hundred meters around him. He could tell at a glance that there was nothing unusual, especially since their landing spot was on a peak of an iceberg with no flat area within five hundred meters around and no other vantage points. So Ye Hao wasn't worried about being sniped.
When they heard Ye Hao's certainty, they sat up, but did not sit up straight, just raised their heads a little.
Seeing this, Ye Hao said irritably, "Do you all enjoy lying on cold ice beds or what? I told you to get up, so get up, why dawdle?"
Hearing his words, they awkwardly stood up. Ye Hao took out something like a compass from his backpack, except it displayed the rough direction and the shape of Thurston Island.
This was a directional device Ye Hao made himself. Although he had the eighth generation system to help him navigate, relying too much on it felt a bit dependent.
