Afternoon.
The people responsible for surveillance discovered something new.
Or rather, a new "problem."
A young employee glanced at the tracking spiritual artifact, then carefully compared it against the high-precision map before saying hesitantly, "Boss, the target's direction doesn't seem right."
Little Beard froze for a moment. "What's wrong with it?"
The employee answered quickly, "The target isn't heading toward Position One. He seems to be going toward Chang Geng Lake."
This was outside the plan.
The route from Qinglin City to Position One bore plenty of artificial traces along the way, such as several huge craters blasted out by Dharma Artifacts or thick slash marks left on Stone Walls. The odds of straying from the route were not high.
Naturally, this had been done deliberately.
Otherwise, out in the vast wilderness, with maps that looked like Impressionist paintings, not even one out of a hundred newcomers might be able to find the destination alone.
Little Beard's teeth itched with fury. "What the hell is that brat trying to do?"
He looked at the sky and frowned. "If we waste any more time, we may not reach the Camp Site in time."
Everyone looked rather grim.
Although they were all at least martial artists, spending a night outdoors in such bitter cold was certainly no pleasant experience.
A few seconds later.
The young employee confirmed his judgment. "The target has crossed the frozen Chang Qi River. He really is planning to go to Chang Geng Lake."
Another person asked, "Boss, what should we do?"
Little Beard snapped irritably, "What else can we do? Follow him!"
Duty left them no choice. They could only set out again.
Twenty minutes later.
The group arrived at Chang Qi River.
It was the third-largest river in the Tai'an Minor Spirit Realm.
One employee pointed