Became a salted fish pretend heiress and handed over the system

By 6 a.m. the next day, they had gotten up, tidied themselves, eaten breakfast, packed some food and drinks in their backpacks, checked out of the inn, and arrived at the agreed-upon town gate.

They thought they were quite early, but members of the Lion Mercenary Group were already waiting there.

There were close to a dozen vehicles of various sizes, some for cargo and others that were empty, presumably for passengers.

There were about a hundred people sitting or standing around waiting to depart.

"You’re quite early. Have you had breakfast? If not, you can quickly grab some. We still have to wait before we set off; it’s not time yet, and not everyone has arrived," Qiao Sen said as he approached them immediately upon seeing them.

"We’ve eaten. Where do we sit?" Yan Mo asked, inquiring.

"Here, this one can seat ten. You can go ahead and take a seat for now; five more will be joining you," Qiao Sen pointed to one of the vehicles and told him.

"So, can we go up now?" Yan Mo looked around; it was quite spacious, like a large truck’s cargo compartment, with seating along the sides and a small window at the back.

"Of course, but let me remind you, we’ll be camping out in the wild. If you didn’t bring a tent, you’ll only be able to sleep sitting up in your seat, or lie down out in the open," Qiao Sen cautioned them.

"We’re prepared, thanks for the heads up," Yan Mo understood what he meant—that he might think they hadn’t brought much with them.