Shi Min addressed the group, his voice filled with pride and encouragement. "We will see you all again, and congratulations on all your achievements in Mystic Mountain. We will give you formal recognition when we come back." His words were met with cheers and applause, the group's spirits lifted by the promise of future accolades. Shi Min’s eyes scanned the faces before him, a mix of seasoned warriors and fresh recruits, each one wearing expressions of determination and hope.
The departure was swift. The entire group moved with practiced efficiency, their footsteps echoing in unison as they boarded the waiting aircraft. The plane ride back to Russia was filled with a mix of somber reflection and hopeful anticipation. Ling Li could see the fatigue etched on everyone's faces. Yet, there was a sense of camaraderie that had been forged in the crucible of Mystic Mountain. These bonds, she knew, would be tested and strengthened in the days to come.