Zhao Cheng felt that dreams were still a good thing.
If abandoned war bases were really that easy to find, these four rookies would not have been the ones to come looking.
Susan and the other three had done a great deal of preparatory work early on, conducting all sorts of deductions and investigations. In the end, the location they had settled on was roughly twenty kilometers away from the base's actual location.
That distance was indeed not far, but this was a snowfield, buried under snow year-round. It was simply impossible to remain here for long.
Still, in a sense, this group did have some professional skill. At the very least, there really was an abandoned war base in this area.
Had Zhao Cheng not appeared, then according to the original course of events, the four of them would likely have searched fruitlessly, encountered a snowstorm, wandered in circles, and then, by some stroke of coincidence, one of them would have found the base's true location.
Zhao Cheng had only learned this after entering the snowfield.
His sensing ability was not a glimpse into the light of the cosmos. It was closer to a deduction based on current information, supplemented by the indistinct threads of karma. The two overlapped, producing an effect akin to deducing the future.
Under such circumstances, the more information he possessed, the more he knew. Nothing came from nothing; the word karma ran through everything from beginning to end.
Though many people did not believe in fate, they often had no choice but to admit that this world held far too many fortunate coincidences. Some people seemed to have been born luckier than others.
From Zhao Cheng's current height, this meant that some people were simply born with unusually structured spiritual worlds. Some were innately