After finishing everything, Mu Qi and Zhang Zhao put on raincoats woven from tree leaves, quickly stepped out of the cave, and made their way at a fast pace toward the safe zone in the distance.
Outside the cave, the sky seemed covered by a heavy, massive leaden plate, pressing down oppressively toward the earth.
In the distance, the blurry outline of the city occasionally hid and sometimes emerged within the gauze-like, hazy rain and mist.
The wind carried fine threads of rain, precisely resembling sharp ice needles as they ruthlessly stung the pair's cheeks.
"Have you noticed that this rain seems a bit lighter than before?"
Zhang Zhao frowned slightly, laboriously raising his head to gaze at the overcast sky. His tone was laced with a deep exhaustion born of prolonged travel and tormenting injuries.
His complexion was as pale as paper with little blood color, and the rainwater on his forehead resembled beads with broken threads as it cascaded endlessly down his weary cheeks.
Mu Qi also raised his head, narrowing his eyes slightly to carefully survey the sky.
At this moment, the raindrops that had originally been the size of beans had visibly shrunk, and the torrential, downpour-like velocity of the rain from before had gradually eased, turning much gentler.
Across the earth, under the gentle caress of the rainwater, the originally rustling sounds of flowers, plants, and trees gradually grew subdued and faint.
For the two of them, who wore these crude, almost pitifully shabby raincoats, this was undoubtedly a piece of good news that had fallen from the sky.
After all, with the rain slackening, the fragile raincoats could endure slightly less risk of tearing, and the clothes on their bodies—already partially soaked through by rain and clinging tightly to their skin—could suffer a little