Jiang Li led her group deeper into the island.
As darkness thickened and their vision became limited, they were forced to halt and settled in a relatively safe area to light a bonfire.
The warmth of the flames, combined with the incense bags each person wore, helped to keep the mosquitoes at bay.
Jiang Yan tapped on the team's supplies with a light finger, glaring at their pitifully scant remains before knocking Jiang Cheng on the head again in frustration.
"It's all your fault, kid—if it wasn't for you, we wouldn't be penniless and unable to afford even a tent!"
Jiang Cheng held his head, looking at Jiang Yan with a wounded gaze, "Why blame me? It's that crazy woman who insisted on trading me over!"
No sooner had he spoken than a chilling gaze shot towards them, causing both men to straighten their backs in alarm.