Zhuo Yun checked the text message and forwarded the picture received from Huo Yao to his subordinate, instructing him to buy the Chinese herbs.
His boss was undoubtedly important, but his future wife was equally important.
After taking care of Huo Yao's request, Zhuo Yun pulled up an empty chair and sat down. He looked at the screen in front of him, monitoring the GPS tracker as he tried to test the signal every now and then.
Time passed second by second until two hours had gone by. The GPS tracker slowly approached their encampment.
It was completely dark outside.
Zhuo Yun's mike had been silent all this time, but he could suddenly hear a connection.
Zhuo Yun promptly looked relieved. He stood up from the seat in an instant. He kept tapping on his mike as he walked out of the encampment and told some of his men to follow him with torches.
