Though Yunhe County was called a county,
its remote location meant it was only about the size of a town.
In a mountain forest several miles outside Yunhe County, four figures were moving swiftly.
Their clothing made it clear that the four were martial artists of the jianghu.
One of them was a woman with her hair in a high ponytail.
She had curved, willow-leaf eyebrows and a petite, delicate figure.
"Hurry up! Don't let that demoness catch us!"
The person at the front spoke.
"We can't! Du Zhou's breathing is too weak. Let's find somewhere to rest first."
A burly man carried a pale-faced man on his back.
The mountain rain came swiftly, silently, in a fleeting moment.
Rain and mist swept across the mountains behind them, pursuing them and closing in.
Fortunately, they spotted a temple standing halfway up the mountain.
From a distance, it did not seem very large.
It was simply pitch-black, without a trace of light.
Just as they rushed through the temple entrance, a dense curtain of raindrops came roaring down.
The rain grew much heavier.
"This rain really came on fast!" someone complained.
"Our clothes are soaked. Where can we get some firewood?"
"..."
"(.-ω-)zzz Hoo~"
The faint sound of breathing drifted over.
"Who's there?!"
They instinctively drew their sabers and swords, their entire bodies tensing.
A moment later, a figure waved a hand in the darkness.
Then firelight rose.
"Easy. We're all here to shelter from the rain."
The man spoke softly.
They studied him warily, hearing his calm, gentle voice and seeing the strip of black cloth over his eyes.
A blind man?
Li Ping'an stretched and gathered the firewood he had collected earlier.
Then he lit a fire, and firelight immediately filled the temple.
Li Ping'an stretched. Earlier, while resting,