Rain poured down in torrents, lightning flashing and thunder roaring.
A figure descended from the sky, grumbled about the damned weather, and ducked into a ruined temple beside the road.
It was none other than Chen Lin.
After a full six months, he had finally crossed the dangerous lands and reached an inhabited area.
However, worried about encountering bizarre phenomena and people from the Dark Yin Sect, he had avoided Black Water Marsh and detoured through other dangerous regions. He had thus strayed from his intended destination and had no idea whether this was Chu Country.
Such heavy rain was no weather for traveling. Although flying spared him the muddy ground and a protective barrier could keep off the rain, getting struck by lightning would be another matter.
So he decided to take shelter in this ruined temple.
"Hm?"
As soon as he reached the Temple Gate, he sensed people inside—and more than one. There even seemed to be a cultivator among them, though the mana fluctuations were not particularly strong.
He frowned but went inside anyway.
Over the past six months, he had learned several spells, including a Breath-Concealing Technique.
He had found this spell in the Storage Bag Luo Qinglan had given him. It was wonderfully ingenious: even someone at the Qi Refining Stage could learn it, yet it could block divine sense probes from Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators.
It was the perfect tool for staying home, traveling, and playing the pig to devour the tiger-practically tailor-made for him.
Besides this spell, there were two Earth Escape Talismans, two Gold Escape Talismans, and two Water Escape Talismans, all meant to preserve his life.
When he saw these things in the Storage Bag, he was speechless for a while.
Although they all suited his tastes perfectly, he could not