A few minutes later, under the organization of Ghost Hand, Snow Leopard, and Mountain Eagle, the tourists were hidden behind the mountain top, instructed that no one was allowed to poke their heads out to observe. It concerned Luo Zheng's plan, and Ghost Hand executed it very decisively, without a hint of carelessness. Once everyone was settled, he hid in an inconspicuous spot on the mountain peak and quietly peeked out, his eyes filled with anxiousness.
"Ghost Hand, what the heck is going on? Why did you leave Ghost alone out there?" Snow Leopard, well hidden nearby, whispered discontentedly, his eyes brimming with curiosity. They had fought side by side for more than a day or two; they knew each other well. Snow Leopard was sure there was something tricky going on.
"What exactly is the plan?" Mountain Eagle also leaned in to ask.
