“I have a feeling.” After sitting down, Jiang Baimian looked around and said, “Chang Haijiang might’ve been exiled here.”
Being stationed in Icefield seemed like a free choice with the ability to profit from the transaction of supplies, but this place was far away from human settlements. It was equivalent to being exiled.
“He doesn’t look like a person who will associate himself with undesirable elements.” Long Yuehong nodded in agreement.
He felt that this was a person who had truly inherited the Salvation Army’s spirit. Furthermore, he wasn’t shouting empty slogans because he still abided by the rules despite being out of the jurisdiction.
Shang Jianyao wasn’t disappointed that Chang Haijiang might have been exiled to Icefield. He said righteously, “As long as one’s spirit remains—as long as the kindle remains, the sun will rise one day.”
Clap! Clap! Clap!
Jiang Baimian clapped expressionlessly.
Upon seeing Long Yuehong and the others look over, she smiled and said, “I did it on Old Ge’s behalf. If he were here and heard that, he would definitely clap. Well, I’m trying to liven up the mood.”
These were her true thoughts.
Shang Jianyao expressed his disbelief. “Don’t explain—an explanation is a cover. A cover means that it’s true.”
“Whoa.” Jiang Baimian couldn’t be bothered with him and only used her tone to end the topic.
She smiled at Bai Chen. “Do the two of you have to do this? You have to hold hands even while waiting for dinner.”
The Old Task Force’s seating situation when eating had changed. Bai Chen and Long Yuehong sat in one row while Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao sat in another.
Long Yuehong immediately coughed as he had taken the initiative to hold her hand. Bai Chen didn’t express any intention of being so clingy.
Bai Chen calmly replied to Jiang Baimian, “Didn’t you previously agree with Ding Ling? There’s only today, no tomorrows in the Ashlands? I think it’s nice to hold hands whenever possible.”
She didn’t push the blame to Long Yuehong.
“…” Jiang Baimian was momentarily at a loss for words.
Shang Jianyao opened his mouth and barked with gusto. “Woof, woof, woof.”
At this moment, even the knowledgeable Bai Chen was stunned, much less Long Yuehong.
The other Ruin Hunters—who were eating in the hall—subconsciously turned their heads and looked over in surprise.
For some reason, Jiang Baimian felt that their gazes at her and Bai Chen gradually turned strange.
At this moment, a few more people entered.
Six of them wore gray, patched clothes. Their hair was shaved very short as if they were originally bald and had just grown out a thin layer of hair.
Upon seeing this, Chang Haijiang—who was at the counter—asked, “Aren’t you guys cold?”
Although it was summer, midsummer in Icefield had evening temperatures that were close to early autumn in Ubei. It was cool with a hint of coldness.
Among the group of people, the leader was a relatively old Red Coaster. There weren’t many wrinkles on his face, but they were obvious. The thin hair on his head was white.
Upon hearing Chang Haijiang’s question, he pressed his palms together and said in heavily accented Ashlandic, “Namo Annutara-Samyak-Subhuti. Patron, we appreciate your kindness, but we’re already used to it.”
Buddhists… Jiang Baimian and the others’ eyes flickered as they cast their gazes at the door.