"Is there anything else you would like to ask?" Mo Jingsheng glanced at her and then checked the watch on his wrist.
Jiang Yan frowned in thought, hesitated, and then asked, "How are they doing now?"
"Them? Who?" Mo Jingsheng raised his eyebrows.
"I remember you mentioned that after the weather station war, the nation deployed an elite team to search abroad for the lair of the initiators of the weather war. Has there been any progress on that?"
"Not yet. Currently, with the extreme cold weather, the entire globe is icebound, nearly all technological search methods are useless, and we can only resort to some primitive search methods. Also, it's an international, long-drawn battle, much harder than the old times of climbing snow mountains and crossing grasslands."
Mo Jingsheng finished speaking, took a deep breath, and looked at Jiang Yan with a piercing gaze, "So we, might be another, more hopeful choice."
Jiang Yan's heart suddenly sank.