A gust of wind blew past, making He Qiang shiver. He steadied Old Sir Qian and said, "Sir, Madam, let's go inside. The wind is picking up, and it's cold and dangerous out here."
Old Madam Qian nodded. "Yes, the wind is picking up!"
Old Sir Qian kept his gaze fixed ahead for another moment before turning. "The storm will always pass," he said slowly. "We just have to be patient."
Though they spoke of the weather, they were really talking about the future.
He Qiang led Old Sir Qian and Old Madam Qian into the main hall of the Dragon King Temple to warm themselves by the fire.
Li Qiong rubbed her frozen hands together. "It's too cold out here. Let's go inside. They've already left, and it's not like we could see them all the way off. I just hope Uncle Gu recovers his health soon, and that Hua Yusen and Uncle Sun stay safe."
