The raindrops became heavier and more frequent.
There was a small area in the temple without a roof, where a large amount of rainwater accompanied by wind fell down, soaking most of the ground.
Wanyan Road and the others gathered in the corner of the wall, using branches to prop up cloaks and other clothing, shielding the campfire and forming a simple windbreak.
The fire flickered in the wind, casting a glow that alternated between brightness and dimness.
They were all disciples of the Academy, all practitioners of martial arts, and at this time they spread out, either meditating around the fire or lying on the grass to rest. It was peaceful and harmonious.
But Wanyan Road couldn't sleep, occasionally glancing towards the area where Zhang Rongfang was situated.
'Brother Zhang hasn't returned... So late, I wonder where he went.' She felt a bit worried in her heart.
