When the lotus platform, glowing faintly, drifted down like a leisurely cloud from the horizon, it touched the ground lightly and steadily.
The people around them stepped forward with practiced ease to support the lucky few who had been rescued from danger.
The treatment team, food team, and logistics team made arrangements one after another.
Li Jinghua turned his gentle gaze toward Chen Xiaojun, a smile of approval tugging at his lips. "Xiaojun, you rescued five people this time. In the current situation, a team with five people still intact is truly rare."
Over the past few days of rescue operations, not every team they found had been complete from head to tail. In fact, most had only two or three people, and they were not necessarily all from Chang'an Academy.
Hearing this, Chen Xiaojun sighed softly. "Time has quietly slipped away. All we can do is try our best and save whoever we can. By now, most of those who could be saved have probably already been brought back."
Li Jinghua nodded. His gaze swept over everyone as he said in a deep voice, "Your Second Year Class, Dean's third-year class, Bohan's fourth-year class—the key classes of these three years were the bulk of our academy's force this time. Now that you're back, half the burden in my heart can be considered lifted."
Chu Bohan took over. "Director, the fact that we made it back alive was thanks to Xiaojun's lotus platform being able to carry people. Otherwise, even if we'd wanted to save anyone, we would have been powerless. Besides, the Mist Forest is vast, and it gave us a precious place to hide."
At that moment, Dean Isaac spoke up with a teasing grin. "Lao Li, if we make it back alive this time, shouldn't the higher-ups