Deep within the collapsed mountain rocks, in the waist-deep floodwaters.
Meng Chao sat cross-legged, his eyes slightly closed, and his breathing was long.
Every breath he took created a ripple in the floodwaters, like the tentacles of an octopus extending into the distance, causing the splintered floodwaters to flow in the direction he wanted them to flow.
He waited for half an hour.
He made sure that the flood did not gather again and rush towards the mining area.
Nor did it form an even more dangerous barrier lake behind the collapsed mountain.
Only then did he heave a sigh of relief and stand up from the flood that had turned into mud.
At this moment, Meng Chao heard a buzzing sound.
He saw an unremarkable little black dot flying low in the middle of the raging dark clo
It was a search-and-rescue drone.