"Sikong Tingzhi, do you know what you're doing right now?"
"I know."
"You know? You have no idea!"
Murphy followed Sikong Tingzhi, weaving through a dense forest where directions were impossible to distinguish, his anger flaring up as he spoke:
"If you knew, you wouldn't be leading so many of us to our deaths like this!"
"I think what we need to do first is quickly find a safe place to survive the night, do you understand?"
However, Sikong Tingzhi, who was focused solely on moving forward, didn't pay any attention to Murphy's complaints and resentment. Instead, he calmly said:
"You don't have to follow me."
Hearing this, Murphy gritted his teeth and said:
"You bastard."
If he could avoid following, who would want to?
Right now, Sikong Tingzhi was the strongest among them.
Following him might be their only chance of survival.
If even Sikong Tingzhi was lost, the rest would truly have no way out.
And precisely because of this understanding,
