Since everyone was injured, Han Fei had no intention to continue hunting treasure. After all, they had gained a lot from the Scorpion Cave. Of course, the cost was not small. With their members wounded or defected, this team had completely lost its combat power.
One day later, the toxins in the team members' bodies had completely disappeared. At this moment, they were sitting in a circle on the deck.
A shelf was set up on the deck, on which there was a pot. They gobbled around the pot.
Han Fei frowned. "He Xiaoyu, tell Little Red to turn down the fire a little. The water will be dried up soon."
He Xiaoyu grabbed Little Red that served as a flame at the bottom of the pot and stuffed a large piece of mushroom into her mouth. "Han Fei, why do you have a pot and low-level Spiritual Fruits in your boat?"
"Because I need to eat when I go to sea!"