The Bearded Man said nothing.
There was nothing he could say to that. After all, Mr. Zhong was now the one calling the shots in Tiger Lian Mountain.
"Right."
"I remember there were five of you at Heaven's End Mountain back then, weren't there?"
"Only three are left now?"
"What happened to the other two?"
Jiang Qiao asked.
"They..." The Bearded Man's gaze was complicated. "They were killed by malevolent entities along the way."
"I see."
Jiang Qiao nodded, not surprised.
Look at Jin Shanba's group. More than thirty people had set out, including eight or nine Special Ability Users. Yet because of that ancient village, they had lost half their number outright, and everyone left had been injured.
The Icefield.
Nothing was strange there.
Not to mention...
The Bearded Man's group of three was injured as well.
But Jiang Qiao had no interest in asking what they had encountered. The malevolent entities on the Icefield were endless; there was no point trying to ask about them all.
Now that he knew why they had come, and had learned that Mr. Zhong would also be arriving later, and that he was determined to obtain the Night Pearl, there was nothing else worth asking.
"Then we'll wait and see."
"I'd quite like to have a chat with that Mr. Zhong."
Jiang Qiao said with a soft smile.
Upon hearing this, Jin Shanba and the others' expressions all changed slightly, but none of them said anything.
Night deepened.
Everyone returned to the stone houses once more.
Though there were three more people than yesterday, there were five houses in total, so it was not crowded at all.
The bonfire burned brightly.
Firelight fell across the broken walls and ruins, casting flickering shadows over everyone's faces.
The Bearded Man was named Long