"Mm, we will."
The few of them nodded in response and continued to eat the roasted meat. However, when fluctuating streams of air rushed over them from the distance like waves, they raised their heads in surprise.
Listening carefully with their ears pricked up, the sound of the collision of swords came from a place quite far from there. The sounds were not loud but very chaotic. It should have been a melee.
"It's like some people were fighting." Ning Lang stuffed a piece of meat into his mouth and rolled his eyes quickly. "Why don't we go and have a look?"
"It's none of our business. Why should we care so much." Duan Ye didn't want to pay attention. He had no interest in things not related to them.
"It doesn't matter if we take a look. We are free anyway." Song Ming spoke out. He wiped his hands after eating the roasted meat and stood up.
