Zhu Meng went to the North City Tower, leaving Han Ji to face the three young people.
"Sorry. I'd intended to send you back myself." Han Ji pinched the bridge of his nose, looking somewhat weary.
The Ghost Tyrant had made its move far too suddenly.
If this rain really was the Fountain of Rage, there was no way they could obtain the spring water from Weiju Village.
The rain had even grounded the flights, leaving Zhang Xiaohou and the others unable to leave.
"It's all right. This is our responsibility anyway," Zhang Xiaohou and He Yu said in unison.
Everyone feared death, and those two were no exception.
But with Bo City and the Black Vatican involved, neither had considered backing down. Besides, as Military Mages, they belonged on the front line.
"If we survive, it'll count as a unique travel experience." Mu Nujiao was quite composed as well.
Beside her, Zhou Sining knew perfectly well that Mu Nujiao had stayed for him. He tightened his grip on her hand, his thumb stroking back and forth over the fair skin on its back.
"Call us whenever you need us," Zhang Xiaohou said.
"Zhu Meng and the others should be able to handle the Ghost Tyrant. It's the Sha Yuan afterward... never mind. Get some rest first." Han Ji shook his head.
At that, the four stopped insisting and returned to the room Han Ji had arranged for them.
The room was a few floors below the Bell Tower Magic Association, intended for receiving high-ranking officials like Zhu Meng. Its decor was simple, but it had everything they needed.
After closing the door, Mu Nujiao still felt uneasy. "Are we really just staying here?"
"That's all we can do for now. Neither the Ghost Tyrant nor the Sha Yuan is