Muddy, dark water flowed through the mountain forest, making the ground slick. After several falls, the workers began to walk with extreme caution.
Cheng Zongyang could only tell his uncle and the others to head back slowly. He needed to return first and check on the situation.
This downpour had come just in time, solving the fire crisis, but he worried that if the rain was too heavy, it would cause a mudslide.
After all, their position was right next to what was once a dry riverbed.
Within half an hour, Cheng Zongyang raced back to the encampment. He found that seven or eight houses had caught fire, but thankfully, the rain had extinguished the flames. The other losses were not significant.
"Yang'Er, how is it?" Seeing his son return, Cheng Guanghai finally relaxed. Everyone crowded around them.
"Uncle and his men are fine; they're on their way back. There's a downpour outside, and the fire has been contained."
"That's good, that's good."
