Feng Ling looked at Baozi and said, "You're the only one who hasn't shared an opinion. Go on, tell us what you think."
Baozi froze at being called on so suddenly. He looked at the two people glaring at each other nearby and thought, Shouldn't you try to talk them down?
Feng Ling did indeed intervene. Turning to Huangfu Miaomiao and Li Qing, she sternly said, "Both of you, shut up. You've said enough. Let someone else have a chance to speak."
Bao Changzhi: "..."
"Alright, you can speak now," Feng Ling said.
Baozi hesitated. Somewhat awkwardly, he scratched the back of his head and said, "...Actually, I don't really have any objections. I just think that when we make a plan, it should be as detailed and thorough as possible. For example, if we're setting an ambush at the Ancient Tower, how many grenades do we need? How should we arrange the retreat route? Should we first figure out the Labyrinth Boss's patrol route? Who will provide cover, who will scout ahead, and... if we fail, do we have a backup plan...?"
With every question he raised, Feng Ling's brows furrowed a little tighter, and her expression grew more solemn. Baozi didn't know whether he should continue.
Seeing this, Pei Xianjue spoke up to ease the tension. "Everyone needs to rest today. We can discuss these issues slowly. We have plenty of time. We'll come up with a solution eventually."
Feng Ling frowned toward the door. "Now is a good opportunity to figure out the Boss's patrol route. Queen Mother of the West's statue is watching us outside. If I can mark it, I'll be able to observe its movements for the next twenty-four hours. But the Marking Ability has a distance requirement. I have to get very close