Sheng An looked down at the chubby man crouching before her. He was actually rather cute, especially his eyes. On their own, they looked stern and sharp, quite intimidating, but set in that round face, they instantly lost their edge.
Yet right now, his face plainly said-he refused to submit.
He was almost exactly like Long Tianyu had been back then. It really made her fists itch to punch him.
But remembering what she had learned, Sheng An took a deep breath and calmed down.
Miao Yuan had been full of praise for the "God of Light," holding him in the highest regard. Throughout the journey, they had heard plenty of praise for this "Divine Lord."
And while handing out supplies just now, they had also learned quite a bit from the others.
Jia Guangliang certainly had an overblown fantasy streak.
But these people cooperated with him out of genuine admiration and respect. Someone with a healing-type superpower held a unique position in the Southwest.
The miasma in the Southwest was extremely severe, especially when it first appeared, when there had been almost no way to deal with it. If he had not exhausted his superpower countless times to save people, there might not have been so many survivors left in the Southwest.
Moreover, countless superpower people had rallied around him, pooling their strength to protect this land.
Jia Guangliang really had done a great deal.
So, while Long Tianyu had been beaten badly enough to need emergency treatment several times for that same attitude, she could show this man a little consideration.
Sheng An slowly unclenched her fist and looked down at him, getting to the point. "I came to you about something important. Have you discovered anything about the specific cause of the Southwest Miasma?"
Jia Guangliang had