Li Qingyan and Bai Muxi do not need sleep, but Xu Yuan does.
After a brief rest, the three of them settled down near the collapsed area.
Surrounding the campfire, the flickering flames cast the shadows of the three on the empty corridor above, like great beasts.
Taking advantage of the leisure time before sleep, Xu Yuan, sitting in the middle, calmly relayed his plan to hunt the ink serpent to the two women.
After an indeterminate amount of time,
his words came to an end, and he turned his gaze toward the two women, asking softly,
"Do you have any objections to my plan?"
"....."
A moment of silence,
then Bai Muxi's bright eyes flickered with hesitation, but her verbal response was crisp,
"To the young master, Muxi has none."
Hearing this, Xu Yuan turned to look at the expressionless Wrapped Chest Princess:
"Qingyan, what about you?"
"This princess?"
