The stream was crystal clear.
Guo Yun Ye scooped up a can of water, ran back to the temporary camp, and poured it into the iron kettle.
The fire was lit.
As the water came to a boil, Xiao Mengyu poured it into the iron pot, threw in various ingredients to cook, and casually tossed a few potatoes into the fire to roast.
She busied herself cooking the food, occasionally looking up to glance at the tent not far away.
Shen Ye had miraculously made his way into the inner workings of this world.
And it seemed he was quite prestigious.
At the moment, he had even managed to secure an order, grouping himself with Nangong Sirui and Guo Yun Ye to form a small team.
The mission was to escort him back to the imperial capital.
It was nearly impossible for outsiders to obtain permission to leave the front lines!
Let alone getting to the power center in the core of the Human Race!
Xiao Mengyu couldn't help but sigh, feeling that Shen Ye was incredibly lucky.
But—