"Whatever you say."
Zhao Jiayan asked, "Should we reply?"
"Let's reply."
Yang Yuan invited the two women inside, and just as he was about to bite his finger, Zhao Jiayan had already used a small knife to cut her finger: "Use my blood, you should save your energy."
"Alright, but remember to handle that rusty knife of yours, don't let it get infected."
Although losing some blood wouldn't significantly affect his stamina, Yang Yuan didn't reject Zhao Jiayan's offer.
When Jia Weixin gave this receipt, he included a pen.
He used the pen to dip a bit of blood and wrote on the receipt:
"We didn't see the lights you sent, but we're now more than 300 kilometers from the Ancient Ruins, and there's a very wide and rapid river here."
...
More than 2,000 meters from the Ancient Ruins.
A glaring beam of light illuminated the sky, making this place very conspicuous.
Although this could attract danger, Jia Weixin didn't care so much in order to guide Yang Yuan back.
