「On the third night after leaving Qianmu Temple.」
Because they were in a rush, Wang Ping and his group didn't have a fixed place to rest. They traveled along the main road as long as there was daylight, so they usually made temporary camps along the roadside.
Today was no different. After the sky had completely darkened, they found a nearby spot to make camp. Just like the previous two nights, the twenty-some disciples broke off into small groups after settling in, sitting around the campfires and chatting quietly.
Atop an old tree next to the camp, Wang Ping hid himself in the darkness. He meditated, using the surrounding vegetation to observe his surroundings. In a small, nearby river, Yu Lian had returned to her original size and was at the bottom searching for her favorite river shrimp.
