"If the rain becomes too heavy, it could trigger a landslide. It would be unfortunate if our path is blocked by the quilt."
"Moreover, this area is designated as a no-fly zone. Delaying our departure won't be advantageous."
Upon hearing this, Holy Son Miyan nodded solemnly. "The Crown Prince's words hold merit. We'll head to the Spring River this afternoon to check if anyone has been left behind by the quilt. After a night's rest, we'll commence our journey early tomorrow morning."
Satisfied that he was being heard, Mo Lian nodded and turned to stride toward his yurt.
With Holy Son Miyan spearheading the afternoon's search and rescue mission, there shouldn't be significant issues.
Inside the yurt, Mo Lian found Her Excellency Lady Qiaoqiao reclining against a fur-covered couch, munching on a jar of dried fruits with cheeks puffed.
