At night, the rain poured down even harder.
Chen Wen curled up his body, opened his wings, with feathers resembling a bamboo hat, blocking all the falling rain outside his body.
Not only did he shield himself, but he also spread his wings to protect a few animals beside him.
Feeling Chen Wen's protection, the few animals were quite curious and happy.
Especially the Crested Honey Buzzard, which kept flapping its wings, looking like it wanted to compare whose wings looked better with Chen Wen.
Chen Wen was chatting with the animals while looking at the unusually quiet clouded leopard.
"What's wrong with you?"
The clouded leopard heard Chen Wen's voice and shook its head, "Nothing much, just feel like we're close to finding those humans, they're very, very close to us."
"Can you smell them in such heavy rain?"
Chen Wen couldn't help but say.
In the heavy rain, scents would be hidden, and almost all animals couldn't lock onto distant scents in the rain.
