"Let's go."
Zhen Muqing completely ignored Lan Jin's words about getting the token back tomorrow, not believing Lan Jin had the ability, and immediately ordered her team to retreat.
The six members of Group A left with disdainful faces, swaggeringly.
"Are you all right?"
Lan Jin glanced at their injuries; except for Zhu Yuting, who was unharmed, the rest were wounded.
"I'm fine, it's just that he got cut on the arm and needs treatment."
Shen Xiao, too, had been beaten black and blue, but luckily his most crucial parts were unscathed. Wiping a trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth, the resentment in his eyes was unmistakable as he pointed at Li Junyang beside him.
"I'm okay."
Li Junyang covered his wound, shaking his head in a show of toughness, still radiating his cold, standoffish demeanor.
"You guys set up a fire rack. We're going to roast some wild chickens in a bit."
