To the southeast, in a deep and secluded canyon.
The scorching sun hung high in the sky, baking the earth. The canyon walls on both sides were searing hot to the touch.
The area was deserted, with only a few vultures circling high above, casting lonely shadows on the ground.
Wang Xiedi trudged through the canyon, his steps uneven.
Following the directions Dong Changsheng had given him, he had rushed all the way here.
The bright sun shone down on him, but it couldn't dispel the growing unease in his heart.
Everything was clearly visible, yet an unsettling strangeness permeated the air.
He rounded a bend, and the end of the canyon suddenly opened up into a small valley.
It was then that he heard familiar voices.
It sounded like Ye Longtao and several other junior brothers who had been undercover.
He couldn't quite make out what they were saying, so Wang Xiedi quickened his pace.
