The red sun enveloped the land, with rays of morning light scattered across the sky, making the forest appear clad in an enchanting hue, extraordinarily beautiful. The leaves swayed with the wind, rustling as if green waves were rippling. Birds shot out from the green waves, flitting high into the sky with joyful calls, calling their companions, quickly disappearing out of sight.
Beneath a dense forest, Luo Zheng and others leaned against a large tree, dozing off. Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, warming their bodies. The visibility in the forest greatly increased, and Luo Zheng opened his eyes, swiftly climbing a large tree with a metal box in hand, speaking through the earpiece, "Lan Xing?"
