"I wonder how the Sect Leader is doing, and Sister Yin..."
Lin Xiaomeng leaned against the cave wall, shedding her worn-out gear, massaging her sore calf muscles by the campfire.
"They must have gathered enough Brave Medals by now. Maybe they are even back in reality celebrating. You don't know the Sect Leader's skills? He's like a miniature superman!"
The words of her companion, Yan Qing, brought a smile to Lin Xiaomeng's face. She reached out and pinched the soft flesh at Yan Qing's waist, teasingly saying, "Why do I detect a hint of jealousy in your voice? Are we not good enough for you? Or do you also wish to be part of the Sect Leader's team?"
Yan Qing wasn't interested in jesting and simply let out a deep sigh, remaining silent, just staring blankly at the flames in front of her.
The others were all trying to rest as much as possible, while from the injured came faint moans.
