Condolences
Translator: Legge
In the wilderness, Luo Lan and Zhou Qi were cooped up in a spot downwind. The two of them were waiting for a Qing Consortium soldier who was undercover in the Central Plains to send over transportation. Surely they weren't going to walk directly to Luoyang City, right? How long would that take them?
They had already bypassed the Wang Consortium's northern defensive line by traveling only through the wilderness, so the threat from the Wang Consortium was not too great.
The only thing they needed to worry about was that it could get troublesome if their planted spy had defected and brought the Wang Consortium along to capture them.
Zhou Qi muttered, "You and Qing Zhen also know that the Wang Consortium's AI has control of the satellites. What if it discovers our whereabouts?"