The thunderstorm Feng Jun and Kong Ziyi encountered was sweeping toward the distance, heading straight for a settlement.
They were four hundred li from the settlement. Following behind the storm would greatly reduce the risk.
Kong Ziyi did not particularly care. She had lightning-protection tools on her, and even if the weather changed and the tools could not withstand it, she could always find a shelter in an emergency... the conditions would merely be harsher.
Shelters were unlike settlements. Across the vast Thunder Plains, there were only twelve settlements, complete with residential areas and even places for food, drink, and entertainment—though most of them were trading areas.
There were more than three hundred, nearly four hundred, shelters in the Thunder Plains. Why was there no exact number? Because shelters were always being destroyed, or developing serious problems that required them to be abandoned or repaired.
In fact, shelters could effectively protect Thunder Cultivators traveling the Thunder Plains, so they generally were not too small. Even the smallest covered more than ten square meters and could squeeze in forty or fifty people in an emergency.
The nearest shelter to the two of them was over a hundred li away. It was halfway up a slope, a semi-underground room with an overhanging roof, around twenty square meters in size.
The two had inspected it on their way over. Kong Ziyi had been rather surprised by how small it was, but Guo Xiaosong had explained that there were very few people who dared venture through this region. Building anything larger would be wasteful—and construction itself carried risks.
Sitting in the Thunder Cultivator version of an all-terrain vehicle, Kong Ziyi felt that she might end up having to use one of those cramped shelters.
It was not that she distrusted Feng Jun's judgment, but