Tch, your words describe as if you're used to it,' Qian Cheng thought with a smile on his face.
"We'll arrive soon," Qian Chen said and then turned at a crossroads, Fu Xie Lan and the others following behind.
They walked for about thirty minutes, during the journey into the Hunter Village, there were many pairs of eyes watching them. Not only that, several people stepped closer to see the piles of the hunt that filled the cart.
"Qian Cheng, it looks like your catch this time is very big," said one of the residents who approached them.
"Ah it's nothing compared to you guys," replied the middle-aged man as he continued to walk.
"Who are they by the way?" asked a young man standing on the side of the road, his eyes never leaving Xue Ning.
"They are my guests," Qian Chen replied then chuckled.