The four cautiously fiddled with the fire, and Xiao Qingying sighed, getting up to retrieve the dry rations for roasting and eating.
Despite the lack of seasonings, they had prepared wild rabbits and chickens to eat quite well.
Just as she was getting up, she suddenly heard a slight sound.
"How could it be you guys!?"
A familiar yet unfamiliar male voice came from behind her.
Xiao Qingying turned sharply. She just caught sight of a burly figure, who had somehow already positioned himself at the door of Nanbo Temple.
The figure was half-shrouded in shadow, half-exposed in the light from the bonfire.
"Zhang Rongfang!" A huge weight in Xiao Qingying's heart suddenly fell, landing heavily on the ground.
She felt a sense of relief. Now that the Righteous Alliance had been scattered and was temporarily unable to contact, their only hope was Zhang Rongfang.
Yet...spiritually, they didn't want to burden Zhang Rongfang like this, but there was no choice.
