By late afternoon, the pale gray canopy above the Phase Two Base Camp had begun to darken into a deep, bruised indigo. The mountain air, descending rapidly from the high peaks surrounding the basin, brought a sharp, freezing chill that swept across the wet gravel flats. However, inside Team A's isolated clearing, the atmosphere was nothing short of a premium, high-grade sanctuary.
Having secured a victory in the Race, Team A had been officially delivered their massive crate of survival rewards. Yang Muchen, strictly maintaining his self-declared status as Chen Ying's absolute physical proxy, took complete charge of the camp layout.
Moving with tireless efficiency, his frame pitched the heavy-duty thermal tents, securely locking down the reinforced wind-flaps against the mountain drafts. Inside the primary canvas structure, he unrolled the ultra-plush, insulated thermal sleeping bags, creating a recovery environment that was perfect for shielding an injured body from the elements.
