The one who spoke was the scar-faced man.
He remained seated cross-legged in the shadows, his gaze locked onto Jiang Fan like a venomous snake.
The scar on his pale face twitched faintly in the firelight.
Jiang Fan raised his eyes and gave him an indifferent glance.
Forget it! Since the other side had warned him, he would give them some face.
This matter truly had nothing to do with him anyway!
He stopped looking in that direction and instead turned to help Jiang Ming distribute food to the children, gently reminding them to eat slowly.
The atmosphere inside the ruined temple temporarily eased...
As the children received their food one after another, the line grew shorter and shorter.
At last, it was the turn of the rough-clothed girl who had just warned Bean Sprout.
Jiang Fan handed the roasted meat to her.
"Here, hold it properly!"
"Careful, it's hot!"
The rough-clothed girl lowered her head in a bow.
"Thank you, sir!"
Just as her trembling hands took the roasted meat, she suddenly bumped against Jiang Fan's hand.
A tiny scrap of paper, kneaded into a ball, was slipped into Jiang Fan's hand.
Jiang Fan froze and looked up.
Yet the rough-clothed girl had already turned and hurried away. In that fleeting glimpse, he saw the utmost terror and pleading in her eyes.
Jiang Fan's expression did not change. Using the motion of turning to take more meat, he flicked his fingers and tucked the paper ball into his sleeve.
A sweep of his divine sense revealed four crooked words.
"Save us!"
Jiang Fan's heart clenched.
Those two truly had a problem!
These children must have been under their control.
Were they Evil Cultivators who practiced demonic arts? Or human traffickers engaged in filthy dealings?
He shook his head.
No