"Good! With these things, Old Xu and the others can be saved!" Yue Guishan looked at the audio sources piled on the table, rubbing his hands and laughing.
"Now it's up to the heavens. Let's hope tomorrow is a clear day!" Not wanting to dampen everyone's spirits, but it was the reality, Old Zhao couldn't help but say.
"Hmm, the key to this trip is still the weather, but we can't just sit and wait for it to clear. To be safe, Old Yue, it might be tough on you, but could you make a few more pairs of skis? Regardless of whether the weather is good or bad tomorrow, we must set out." This was something Tang Xiaoquan had calculated long ago; he knew that at this critical juncture, if he didn't clarify, the three brothers from Sharp Blade Company would be unsettled.
Moreover, Old Xu's supplies are ultimately limited. If the weather doesn't change and we remain inactive, all preparations will be for naught.
