At noon.
There were still few pedestrians on the streets, but Tiger Lian Mountain's guards were clearly fewer than yesterday.
The city gates had reopened as well.
However, whether entering or leaving the city, everyone had to undergo a strict inspection.
When Jiang Qiao came downstairs, Shen Boxia was already seated in his usual spot. A steaming bowl of noodle soup sat before him, and he was eating with his head lowered.
When he saw Jiang Qiao come down.
He raised his chopsticks in greeting, then buried himself in that bowl of noodles again.
"Mr. Jiang."
"You were right. Special Ability Users need to eat too."
After finishing several bowls of noodles, Shen Boxia wiped his mouth and said with a smile.
Jiang Qiao had told him this back when they went to the Icefield: You're a living person, so you have to eat. Even if supernatural influences mean you won't starve to death after a month without food.
You should still eat when it is time to eat.
Because you were alive.
He had taken those words to heart, so now he ate three meals a day whenever mealtime came.
"Good."
Jiang Qiao praised him.
Then, turning his head, he saw two soot-covered, bedraggled people.
One was a middle-aged man.
The other was a young woman.
They were none other than uncle and niece, Liao Tieshan and Liao Qing.
The two no longer possessed yesterday's high spirits. Their hair was a mess, and their faces were deathly pale.
They had returned alive.
"What lucky bastards."
"When I opened the sedan chair, that hunched old man sensed me. He gave up on those two and came straight back to settle the score with me."
"Heh."
"Come to think of it, I ended up becoming their lifesaver."
Jiang Qiao understood what