"So that's how it is!"
Peng Hanqing wiped the sweat off his chin, struggled to stand up, and suddenly realized, "Ma Ran, I understand!"
"All of this was actually within your calculations, wasn't it?"
"You understand nothing!"
Ma Ran glanced at him calmly and said softly, "You've completed your task. Next, just rest well and don't overthink it."
Peng Hanqing looked at the rapidly changing scenes on the table and the projector, feeling somewhat reluctant, but he still nodded honestly.
He knew clearly that after running back and forth three times, his stamina and energy were almost exhausted.
Running further into the dense fog would just be sending himself to die; not only would it not provide any help, but it would also be a burden.
Ma Ran's face remained calm, but his mind was full of thoughts.
In the last life, Zhu Hanyi died at the hands of Kunwu in order to save someone.
