Fang Qingze did not get too close. Stopping two hundred meters away, he crouched behind a tree and poked his head out toward the riverbank.
No campfires were lit in the camp; everyone subsisted on compressed energy bars. In such remote and deep mountains where human footprints were rarely seen, this group was extremely cautious and did not want to leave behind too many traces.
The more cautious they were, the more Fang Qingze suspected they had a special purpose.
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