Song Jiayan was shy, but he wasn't an idiot.
On the contrary, people who didn't talk much often had more observant minds.
"Jiali, that's not what I meant. I just… I shook my head because I don't know. After all, I'm not even part of this world, so I probably can't even get a foot in the door. How could I possibly judge what kind of person is suited for it?"
It was rare for Song Jiayan to say so much. To his surprise, Xu Jiali nodded and agreed enthusiastically. "You're right. We're both just amateurs. It's like we're calling out the pros when we've barely even started. We've got some nerve!"
Song Jiayan and Xu Jiali made good time. They quickly found a source of clean fresh water, washed up a bit, and then applied the medicinal herbs Wen Ying had given them to Song Jiayan's wound.
On their way back, they didn't see Xie Fu Yao or the others.
About twenty minutes later, they arrived at the site.
Song Jiayan and Xu Jiali were stunned by the scene before them.
