Early the next morning.
The fine rain was drenching the vast forest, the green leaves were glistening with droplets, turning and dancing with the breeze. Birds and beasts huddled in their nests, afraid to come out. The forest was silent, with only the sound of rainwater dripping to the ground. The tiny streams on the ground formed into rivers, rushing down from high places, carrying away dead leaves, adding a touch of vitality to the forest.
In a dense forest on a towering mountain peak, a team quietly hid, with several leader-looking figures gathered together, looking toward the open wilderness and the towering main peak ahead. The leader wore a camouflage suit, a helmet on his head, and thick black face paint smeared across his face. His eyes were black and white, filled with a sharp gleam of determination. This was Luo Zheng.
