Zhang Jie stared at Ai Si for a long while before finally stopping his questions.
But his gaze clearly still held disbelief.
Ai Si gritted his teeth and offered no further explanation, his face as black as the bottom of a pot.
Once the Hope Convoy had finished laughing, Lin Feifei wiped the tears of laughter from the corners of her eyes and called for everyone to keep eating.
Zhang Jie had the sense not to bring it up again and buried his head in his food.
There was no helping it. Master Bukong had given his life to resurrect Ai Si. If Ai Si had died so easily, Master Bukong's sacrifice would have seemed far too meaningless.
That was why Zhang Jie cared so much about whether Ai Si was still alive.
The Hope Convoy's food was naturally plentiful, and everyone from the Maitreya Convoy dug in with their heads down.
After a few bites, Zhang Jie suddenly raised his head and looked at Luo Fan, his expression turning serious.
"Luo Fan, are you heading to that mountain too?"
Luo Fan nodded. "Yes, to take a look."
Zhang Jie said, "I heard there's a city on that mountain called Holy City. No Weird dares approach it, and a lot of survivors have fled there."
Luo Fan glanced at him. "You want to go too?"
Zhang Jie sighed. "Ever since Master Bukong passed away, our convoy has been wandering out here. After wandering for so long, we're tired. We want somewhere to settle down. If it's really safe there, we'll stay."
Luo Fan said nothing.
He could understand Zhang Jie's thinking.
After wandering through the apocalypse for two years, who wouldn't want somewhere stable?
He looked at Zhang Jie and the teammates behind him.
His Monitoring Glasses scanned them. Zhang