Emerging from the cave entrance—which was already well-hidden and had been fortified by Gu Nuan Nuan with a Mist Array—Zhang Minzhen was mesmerized by the sight before her. Birds were returning to their nests as dusk fell, and in the distance, she could see wisps of cooking smoke rising from the direction of the village. She quietly tugged on Zhang Wei Qiang's sleeve and whispered, "Brother, what do you think the chances are that we'll run into them on our way back?"
"At least ninety percent," Zhang Wei Qiang replied without hesitation.
"Ugh, I figured as much..." Zhang Minzhen rolled her eyes and sighed. "If only they could put this much dedication into something worthwhile."
"Everyone chooses their own path in life. If they're willing to waste their energy on pointless things, there's no need for you to be sighing over it." A sharp glint flashed in Zhang Wei Qiang's eyes. He smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. "As for them, they can't stir up any real trouble."
