The sun rose. In the distance, the golden morning light pierced through the tree leaves that appeared to be translucent under the strong rays ofsunlight and illuminated the entire foreign world's jungle, turning it to become beautiful and magnificent.
Such beauty had once dazzled the Gate of Witchcraft's disciples before when they first arrived. However, they gradually became accustomed to it and adding on to the specialness of today, it had lost its attraction. When they came out of their tent, without giving any side glance, they hastily gathered in front of the four large armored vehicles.
The two Grand Wizards plus one Gate of Witchcraft's Deacon had long been waiting by the armored vehicles. Liu Jiaqing, the camp's commander, Political Commissar Cheng Maoguo, a thick-browed, big-eyed slightly arrogant looking man about 30 years old who had a crew cut hairdo and a beautiful girl with long hair were also standing beside three men.