Outside the ruins.
Trent Marsh sat on the ground, holding a bowl of thick gruel in his right hand and a pair of chopsticks in his left, eating greedily.
Sutton stood beside him, holding the blood sword.
Not a word was spoken.
His eyes scanned the surroundings, extremely vigilant.
"The best food in the world is this thick gruel." Trent Marsh finished the bowl, sighed contentedly, and burped, saying, "If I could eat this every day, that would be wonderful."
Sutton did not respond.
"Caught off guard. If it weren't for you coming to save me, I'd be trapped here like the Monkey King under the ruins for five thousand years!" Trent Marsh stood up, kicked a piece of concrete debris, and clapped his hands: "Come, let's go find Julius Reed."
He then looked at Sutton and asked: "Do you know where Julius Reed is now?"
"Unreliable information, Julius Reed is at Copper Sparrow Terrace." Sutton spoke up.
