Fang Qingyu's figure was like a drop of ink merging into the darkness.
He quietly slipped back to the entrance of the cave they were guarding, pressing against the cold rock wall, his chest rising and falling slightly.
As soon as he appeared, Jiang Weiqing's clear gaze immediately locked onto him, carrying a silent inquiry.
Wei Banmeng tightly gripped her dual blades, her cold face showing a clear, almost anxious, query for the first time.
Inside the cave, the faint blue glow from the seashell node illuminated her tense profile.
"How is it?" Wei Banmeng's voice was extremely low, like ice scraping against rock, with a hint of tension she hadn't noticed herself.
Fang Qingyu leaned against the cold, rough rock wall and exhaled a breath of sulfurous air.
He didn't answer immediately but reached into the inner pocket of his combat suit to pull out the last piece of compressed biscuit, mechanically tearing open the package and stuffing it into his mouth, chewing forcefully.
