Ouyang Feng and Hua Qianqian sat in meditation under the protection of two people, one healing and the other suppressing the poison.
Mo Hua also sat for a while and felt that the ground was a bit cold.
This Dragon King Temple is in the middle of the Mistwater River, soaked in water qi, and chillingly cold.
Earlier during the fight and traveling it was fine, but now that everything had quieted down, sitting on the ground, he felt a bit cold.
Mo Hua took out a warm blanket and wrapped himself up, turned to look at Gu Changhuai and the others, thought for a moment, and then took out a few blankets, giving one to each person.
He often went out and camped frequently, so furry blankets were a must-have in his Storage Bag.
This habit developed back when he traveled with his master, junior brother, and junior sister.
