A rustling came from behind.
Wang Meng stretched, his joints letting out a series of crackles and pops.
He rubbed his sleepy eyes and saw Han Feng staring thoughtfully at the Longsword in his hand.
"Fengzi, meditating on the Dao so early in the morning?"
"Give the rest of us a break, will you?"
"If you're awake, get ready to work."
Zhang Hao's voice came from the other side.
He had already organized all his gear and was making final markings on an electronic map.
Everyone quickly gathered around.
After a simple wash-up and swallowing some compressed rations, Zhang Hao's finger tapped on an isolated area in the northwest corner of the map.
"Isolated Island-04."
"This spot is three thousand five hundred meters from the nearest island, with no stopping points in between."
Zhang Hao looked up at Han Feng, his gaze holding a hint of a question.
"Normal people can't cross a gap like that, so the resources there are usually the best preserved."
