As the twilight glow descended, it bathed the entire world in a warm golden hue. Luo Chen scanned the surroundings, his gaze sharp and watchful, yet he saw nothing out of the ordinary.0

Could I be overthinking it...?0

Behind him, Sima Huiniang stepped forward. “President, let’s set up camp at Gaoling Plains tonight.”0

"Gaoling Plains?"0

“Yes. That area sits high above the surroundings, with dense stone pillars. It’s excellent for concealment, reduces the risk of ambush, and is easy to patrol.”4

"That sounds reasonable." Luo Chen nodded.0

The Skyhawk Flying Boat glided steadily toward a towering plain that jutted out from the surrounding landscape. As they drew nearer, the terrain came into clearer view—rugged and uneven, scattered with jagged boulders. Hundreds, perhaps thousands, of massive stone pillars rose from the ground like ancient sentinels.0

At first glance, it resembled the ruins of a fallen palace, the stone columns standing like the fractured beams of a once-grand structure.0

But as they drew nearer, an unsettling feeling began to take root in Luo Chen’s heart. The scene before them, once seemingly ideal, now felt inexplicably off. A vague sense of unease stirred within him, growing sharper with each breath.0

High vantage point… Dense cover…0

Wait—something’s wrong.0

Suddenly, Luo Chen’s...0