The young figure sat like a pine, sitting quietly for a day and a night.
When a shadow appeared in the sky, the watch slightly vibrated, and Mu Fan finally moved.
He stood up and looked at the long-anticipated transport ship, which silently stopped in front of him.
"Has it arrived?"
A calm and steady voice came from Mu Fan's mouth.
"It's here. Shadow and Shura are on standby." Now, Black, after witnessing Mu Fan maintain his sitting position for over twenty hours, dared not utter even a hint of sarcasm.
"Set off."
Mu Fan stood up, and a layer of fallen leaves covering him rustled down.
The youth with a calm face stepped into the transport ship, and his figure finally disappeared from this part of the forest. Only the ring of scattered leaves on the ground recorded the events that had occurred.
However, among the continuing falling leaves, even these traces were eventually covered.
No one noticed the takeoff of the ultra-small transport ship in the silent night sky.
