By the time Su Mo sat at the table, Huang Xiaojuan had just brought the food over. The room filled with steaming heat and the comforting Qi of a home-cooked meal.
"Sect, I saw you talking to those people next door. What's the deal? They're spying on us, do you think they wanna..."
She cast a shifty glance out the window. Only after confirming that the group wasn't eavesdropping nearby did she turn back and make a chopping motion with her hand. She hadn't been this paranoid back in the Green Fruit Territory. After all, even though she had been among the refugees for a while back then, she had never truly faced any life-or-death crises. It wasn't until she was startled by the Liu Family brothers' murderous ambush on the train and narrowly escaped death's door that she realized the true dangers of the wasteland. That experience had left her with a mild case of persecution complex.
