The newcomer wore a pair of straw sandals covered in dark brown mud. She casually tossed a palm-sized, black and rough biscuit onto the muddy ground at her skirt's hem. Unconcerned whether the mud-stained biscuit would be eaten by Shen Tang, she simply passed it on to the next person.,She wasn't a germaphobe, but the close-up visual assault made her feel physically uncomfortable instinctively.,It was divided into three waves and transported in batches to its destination.。