He knew that An Xiyu didn't think much of him, and he had no reason to force anything.
Take it or leave it.
An Xiyu watched Xiang Beifei's retreating figure, her expression shifting uncertainly.
After a while, she walked beneath the branch, made some calculations, and a thoughtful look appeared in her eyes.
Using her spiritual power, she cut off the branch and then reattached it three inches to the left. She then pulled out a jammer and buried it where Xiang Beifei had just pointed out.
After all that was done, she silently followed after Xiang Beifei.
The two of them continued on, one after the other; the task of leading had shifted from An Xiyu to Xiang Beifei.
"I thought you didn't take Defense class seriously," An Xiyu broke the silence.
"I take anything I find useful seriously," Xiang Beifei responded briefly.
Survival in this world meant that rectifying one's deficiencies was of utmost importance.