Several days later, Luo Yan, who was inside the mecha transport vehicle, checked the time, then picked up the walkie-talkie and said, "Set out."
At his command, the Exploration team, protected by the two Mecha Squads, Dimeng and Diying, left the North Sea Base in a grand procession.
They followed the designated route toward the Ruins.
On the rooftop of one of the buildings in the North Sea Base, howling winds sent Li Meng's hair whipping wildly through the snow.
His gaze was cold and sharp, like a sword slicing through the wind and snow as it fell upon the convoy below.
At the rooftop entrance, Vice Captain Mei Xue stood by the door, watching the figure ahead amid the wind and snow. She gently shook her head.
The two of them said nothing. Only the wind roared and echoed between heaven and earth.
Once the North Sea Base was out of sight, Luo Yan looked out of the vehicle window and saw nothing but boundless whiteness in every direction.
On the white frozen ground, it seemed as if only their group of explorers existed, and a sense of loneliness rose spontaneously within him.
At that moment, Murong Xuan's voice came through the communications channel.
"This scene reminds me of a poem."
"Ten thousand miles of ice, snow drifting in turmoil; a lone figure walks alone along a distant road."
After he finished, Bai? exclaimed, "Wow! I didn't expect that besides painting, Murong, you could also recite poetry."
Murong Xuan laughed heartily. "You flatter me, you flatter me. Back when I was studying, I was the president of the Academy's poetry and painting club."
Sister Yuqing muttered, "What a show-off."
Murong Xuan chuckled. "Sister Yuqing, you're just jealous of my talent."
Li Yuqing laughed. "Oh, give me a break. What's