"All right, listen to the leader and go ahead to keep watch!"
Although Li Xuandu did not agree, he still chose to uphold Li Xuanling's authority as leader, letting everyone else perform their duties.
"The tunnel is fast, we can reach Wushuang in ten minutes, and once we get there, Wushuang will dispatch a group back to Long Mountain. Go!"
Everyone nodded and reluctantly dispersed towards the front of the tunnel.
......
"They're coming, they're coming, it's people from Long Mountain!"
At seven kilometers northwest of Beehive, on a snow hill, Chen Ying rushed from the south side and quietly warned the three figures hiding behind the snow hill.
"Who is coming?"
"Soldier or Cold Resistance Level?"
"Could it be Li Xuanling?"
Behind the snow hill, Bai Wuting, Lin Fan, and Lu He spoke up in succession to inquire.
The three held broadswords like Chen Ying, each carrying a strong bow on their backs.
