"So it's the Seven-Person Team!" The man was so excited he all but whooped and leapt on the spot.
"What business do you have with us?" Xiao Chan was somewhat puzzled.
"Ah, no... it's not that. My brother and I settled down nearby, and when we saw a merchant caravan coming, we got curious and took a look, and then we saw our familiar friend Ah Dao."
"Could it be that you are..."
"We are all fortunate survivors from the North-South River," the man said with a smile, revealing his identity: "We previously received aid from the Seven-Person Team and were lucky to have escaped southward."
Xiao Chan was somewhat astonished, "We thought... we thought..."
"We also thought that you all had already..."
The other party seemed to guess what Xiao Chan was going to say. At this moment, silence was more eloquent than words, with everything understood but unsaid.
Both had thought the other was dead.
"But, what's the purpose of stopping us?" Ah Dao asked, a bit puzzled.