The returning individuals were in a sorry state, covered in blood. All three newbies were wounded, even Aima, who was supposed to be protected, looked like she had been manhandled. The male newbies sneakily glanced at her torn silk stockings, craving to go over and bandage her up.
The female newbies, on the other hand, alternated their gaze among the conquerors, among whom Tang Zheng undoubtedly seemed the most relaxed and had evidently put in the most effort, thanks to the communicator.
"Heal yourselves." Tang Zheng threw some potions, band-aids, and bandages at Aima, then sat down and ignored her, removing the four potions he had acquired.
"We are missing someone, where's the peddler?" Only now did the white-haired old archaeologist realize that a person was missing, taken aback. In fact, the mature female host and others had thought of this long ago, but sensibly didn't bring it up.
