The morning sun gradually dispersed the lingering mist, casting brilliant shafts of light through the ancient timber of the old forest. By eight o'clock, the high-altitude plateau was humming with activity as technical crews deployed a swarm of fresh camera drones into the surrounding wilderness.
Over at Team A's campsite, Zhou Yaya was busily organizing their woven willow baskets, while Yang Muchen sat on a smooth stone log, carefully wiping down the blade of his heavy knife with a dry cloth. Chen Ying stood near the edge of the clearing, her eyes thoughtfully examining the dense undergrowth that dipped down into the shadow-draped ravine below.
Suddenly, the static crackle of the camp loudspeakers broke the forest calm. Director Zhao's energized voice echoed across the valley:
