Qi Xiang happened to see this, and her imagination instantly ran wild with a million-word fanfiction:
'In the dead of night, a cold, impossibly handsome man silently takes a fried pastry from his pocket. He turns it over and over in his hands, but his mind is filled with the delicate and beautiful face of a young girl…'
Just then, Wei Heng came over and asked Zhou Qian, "How far is the nearest safety camp from here?"
He had just been to the bottom of the pit. He could probably lift the as-yet-unidentified object out with his Earth Ability.
But Wei Heng's gut told him the object would likely be big trouble, and it was better to let the professionals handle it.
"About six hundred-plus kilometers," said Zhou Qian. As the team's liaison, he had already done his homework on the area.
"How far is that from Camp 3366?" Wei Heng asked again.
