Seeing that Jiang Lingzhu and Nie Xian had arrived, Nie Tian temporarily abandoned any notions of asking about the Ghostly Fire Wolf meat.

He rose to his feet after sitting quietly for a long time, looking at the two from afar.

The green-garbed Jiang Lingzhu and Nie Xian seemed distinctively thinner than before.

Jiang Lingzhu’s eyes were still bright and flickering, but she was covered in dirt, and her green robe was in tatters. From the holes he could see at the corners, Nie Tian could tell they had been caused by sharp weapons.

Meanwhile, Nie Xian, who was also from the Nie clan, looked even worse. His sect-issued green robe seemed as if it had been torn to pieces and then sewn back together.

At first glance, he looked like a beggar from the gutters of Black Cloud City, extremely dirty and disordered.

“Zheng Bin, water!” Jiang Lingzhu shouted as she approached, “Get us some water! How come you guys are here? Did you run into the Hell sect’s disciples in the volcano area?”

After coming closer, she suddenly caught sight of Nie...