Yun Ran glanced at Xuan Chu heading in the direction of the archaeological campsite, nodded to Xie Xuzhi, and then followed suit.
The other unconscious people were all lying on the ground, taken care of by Ginsengfruit and Little Papermen.
Xuan Chu randomly picked a tent by the roadside and walked in as if he were familiar with it.
Yun Ran and Xie Xuzhi followed him in; everyone else had fainted, and there were no guards standing watch at the moment.
But with Yun Ran and Xuan Chu here, not even a fly would dare to come over and eavesdrop.
The tent was fully furnished, and after Xuan Chu ignited the hot porcelain stove to boil water, he was clearly exhausted from the haste of the journey.
In a short while, the temperature inside the tent rose. Although the chill of the Northwest night did not affect him much, it was still somewhat uncomfortable.
All three of them were patient individuals; none took the initiative to speak until the water boiled.
