"The thing is, we haven't managed to start our fire, so we wanted to ask you for some fire," Pu Yan said with a hint of embarrassment.
It wasn't the fact that they had come here to ask for fire that made him feel awkward, but that despite several people trying, they had all failed to get the fire going, whereas these two had effortlessly succeeded.
Yan Gui glanced at Mo Shangjun, seeking her opinion.
Mo Shangjun's mood was indifferent; she showed no interest in responding to Pu Yan's request, but didn't explicitly refuse either.
Thus, understanding dawned.
"Pu, giving you some fire is no big deal," Yan Gui said warmly, looking up at Pu Yan, "Sharing our fire with you is just like you sharing the route with us, right?"
Pu Yan's expression stiffened.
Yan Gui's implication was clear; they were prepared to share generously, a stark contrast to the pettiness and cunning of Team One.
He was somewhat angry, but he couldn't afford to show it.
