Upon hearing Jiang Baimian's answer, the middle-aged man with long black hair and loose black robes found a seat by the bonfire and casually sat down, appearing very carefree.
The woman with blond hair and blue eyes—who was wearing a grayish-blue robe—casually sat down as well. She didn't seem worried that Shang Jianyao and the others would harbor any ill intentions.
This confidence and attitude made Jiang Baimian unable to stop herself from laughing. "Do we look that harmless?"
Similar thoughts flashed across Bai Chen, Shang Jianyao, and Long Yuehong's minds at the same time—These two people are clearly very confident!
"Wasn't a city ruin recently found? Everyone has something to look forward to, so why would anyone have the time to kill each other?" The middle-aged man stretched out his hands and warmed them by the bonfire. "How should I address you?"
