Xiong Da couldn't understand how, while they were talking, the conversation veered towards having a connection with Nian Shutong.
"I'm telling you, kid, tone it down. This is a very serious moment. Suppose Nian Shutong can find us, the timing is still uncertain. How are these exhausted soldiers going to hold on?"
Fu Yunhe looked at Xiong Da and shook his head, saying to him, "Follow me."
Xiong Da, not fully understanding, followed Fu Yunhe. All the soldiers were resting in place, and they realized something was off but still trusted Xiong Da and Fu Yunhe.
Fu Yunhe led Xiong Da to a spot, and with a flip of his palm, a large white steamed bun appeared.
"A bun? No, where could you be hiding buns on you?" Xiong Da groped around Fu Yunhe's body with both hands, which Fu Yunhe immediately knocked away.
"Be serious, we're discussing important matters."
"Besides, how could I hide a bun, still pristine, and still warm?"
