"Okay." Qin's wife nodded and carried the vegetables into the house.
"It's already evening. If you don't have a place to stay, you'll just have to make do outside tonight. However, I can't help you get into the city; you'll have to figure that out yourselves," Qin Fu told Xu Mo and the others.
He could tell, Xu Mo and his group had nowhere to go.
"We've already troubled Uncle Qin enough," Xu Mo responded.
Qin Fu's children laid out a carpet outside, and the group sat around it, with dishes and wine quickly served one after another.
"Desert Hunters have more casual living habits; I don't know if you're used to it," Qin Fu said.
"Not at all." He had been an adventurer before and had often lived this way in some mountainous areas.
This feeling was even somewhat familiar, compared to the oppression of the Underworld.
This was much more comfortable here.
Ye Qingdie and the others also felt no discomfort, filled with a sense of novelty.
The Underworld was too oppressive.