The night hung low, and mottled stars scattered across the sky, casting the wilderness night—which should have been pitch-black—in a hazy gray.
It was a crisp night on the wilderness.
Jiang Feng and the other two sat halfway up the mountainside. The shelter they had found with such difficulty was a hollow in the mountain at mid-slope. Though it was not as concealed as a cave, it could at least keep them from being attacked on all sides.
A campfire drove away the chill that descended with the night.
"What a beautiful night," Qiu Ya said, raising her head to gaze at the sky, her eyes drifting among the scattered stars.
Such a night was indeed rare in the wilderness.
Jiang Feng smiled faintly. "Yes. If a slaughter were to break out beneath a night like this, it really would spoil the scenery."
Jiang Feng's words made both Qiu Ya and Mu Li pause.
Jiang Feng slowly rose to his feet. "Brother Mu, get some rest and recover your divine power."
"Tonight, there will be no avoiding a great battle."
Mu Li's expression turned solemn. He spread out his senses and carefully surveyed the surroundings.
Though he saw nothing, he still did as Jiang Feng said.
Over the past ten years, Jiang Feng's words had never been wrong.
Qiu Ya said nothing either, merely following him into the hollow in the mountain.
Jiang Feng stood beside the campfire, his torch-like gaze piercing deep into the night, as though he could see all the filth concealed beneath its beauty.
Elsewhere, at the Blazing Sun Tribe's camp.
In their battle against the Bloodthirsty Horned Wolves, the Blazing Sun Tribe had lost half its people. Yet now, the tribe members, who should have been resting in grief and recovering their divine power, instead