"Figures."
Jiang Mian pursed her lips. She'd been wondering where the Core Circle had gotten so many bounty hunters of unknown origin. So they had all fled over from this side.
"Let's find somewhere safe first, then go back to [World] and rest."
Ye Chenyang gave her back a push and headed down the street.
"Mm."
In battle, Jiang Mian rarely used [World].
After all, those enemies could barely beat her in her normal state. Now that she had [True Form of the Calamity Beast], that went without saying.
With its boost, Jiang Mian could now even go toe-to-toe with a Seventh-tier.
She might not necessarily be able to kill one, but she definitely wouldn't lose.
Come to think of it, the past few days, the two of them had lived on the wasteland as comfortably as if they were back home—perhaps even more comfortably.
What disappointed Jiang Mian a little was that this guy still seemed not to have recovered. He hadn't touched her once in several days.
Maybe she should discuss it with him sometime and arrange regular grain deliveries?
Jiang Mian rubbed her chin, a faint anticipation rising in her heart.
Honestly, I keep thinking about naughty things. My brain's going to rot.
Now wasn't the time to think about that. She shook her head, swiftly tossing those stray thoughts aside as she surveyed her surroundings.
Ever since entering the city, all she could see at a glance were small single-story houses. At the very least, the entire Third District was like this.
A few people on the brink of death occasionally appeared at street corners, but several "professionals" would soon stuff them into iron cages, cover them with black cloth, and carry them away.
"Ye—cough, cough, Brother, what about them?"
Jiang Mian habitually wanted to call