In the blink of an eye, two days had passed, and during this time, Qi Yun and the others had mostly stayed in the camp and didn't wander around.
Although they occasionally heard a few wolf howls at night, possibly because of the bonfire or the abundant food for the wolves, there was no attack on the camp.
The camp under the poplar forest was quite comfortable, and people would chat or play cards to pass the time.
However, there was some bad news: they were running out of fresh water.
"Including the consumption for the return trip, the remaining fresh water will only last us for a maximum of two days," Mamati leaned over to remind Qi Yun.
"It's okay," Qi Yun reassured him, "I called this morning, and they left yesterday. According to the time, they should arrive by tomorrow at the latest."
"If they don't arrive by tomorrow evening, we won't wait any longer."
Mamati was relieved to hear him say this and nodded confidently.
