Upon entering the small town, they grew increasingly vigilant. Even here, no one walked the streets; only the light and laughter from inside the houses spilled into the desolate world.
Making a swift decision, Yan Xiaobao gestured with his hand, and the four of them turned back. None of them spoke a single word. As they moved, they were as silent as shadows, retreating from the city once more.
When the four returned to the forest and gathered behind the trees, the sun rose in the sky. They hid, ensuring no citizens could spot them while they waited.
As the sun ascended into the heavens, Yan Xiaobao quietly sat in the shadows of the forest, observing how the workers emerged under the sunrise, the sunlight streaming over them. The weather was typically autumnal, and the workers appeared to till the soil and plant seeds, an ingrained routine long since part of their lives.
