At the foot of a small hill on the edge of the rolling mountains,
Chen Mu watched as Bai Qing led more than a dozen auxiliary soldiers disappearing into the mountains before retracting his gaze.
In the past two days, he had sent out five or six scouting parties like Bai Qing's.
He did not demand that they find people; uncovering even the slightest clue would suffice, and the tracking itself would be completed by him and Shen Yan.
However, having just dispatched the manpower two days ago, he had yet to see any response.
Snapping back to reality, Chen Mu teleported into the Gentle Breeze and blinked to the top of the small hill, where a boxy mud statue-like hut appeared before his eyes.
Shi Dechun was leading a few people in weeding and moving stones, repairing and smoothing out the open space in front of the hut.
Chen Mu had no intention of running around; he had chosen this small hill as a temporary base, and the boxy hut was designated as his observation post.