At this moment, heavy rain poured from the sky as if someone were splashing it down with a dipper, drenching everything in a wild, hearty downpour.
Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled from time to time, the crackling glare blindingly bright and utterly terrifying.
Out of reverence for nature's power, Chen Xiaofan descended into the valley, intending to rest for the night before continuing.
But after looking around, he discovered there was not even a ruined temple here, much less a cave. There was nowhere to rest at all.
And resting for the night would waste quite a bit of time...
He was getting closer and closer to Mount Wudang. If he did not hurry on his way and instead loafed about here, would that not be a complete waste of time?
The more Chen Xiaofan thought about it, the more speechless he became.
Alas, the heavens were not cooperating. There was nothing anyone could do about that.
If a bolt of lightning suddenly struck him, he had not even become immortal yet. Would he not be the first to fall?
"If only I could keep traveling while resting. Sigh..."
Chen Xiaofan let out a sigh.
But where could he find a way to have the best of both worlds?
The moment he finished speaking, he suddenly heard the sound of hoofbeats behind him.
Then a man's voice rang out.
"Hey, kid up ahead! Whose child are you? What are you doing standing out in the rain in such a downpour? Hurry and get into the carriage to take shelter. Don't catch a chill!"
Hmm?
Chen Xiaofan turned around and saw a convoy approaching. There were roughly several dozen men, all burly fellows armed to the teeth with sabers, spears, swords, and halberds. They seemed to be escorting something.
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