This is a long-abandoned temple, its vermilion paint peeling, the door rings speckled with rust.
Outside the temple, night rain patters down, bringing a feeling of desolation and solitude.
Inside the temple, five people clad in straw raincoats have lit a bonfire, taking out some dry rations as they eat and talk loudly.
Ning Fan sits in the corner of the temple, showing no intention of approaching to converse with them.
His clothes are not wet in the slightest... With his strong Rain Intent, if he does not wish it, the rain here will not touch him.
"Hey kid, you look like a scholar, how come you're traveling without luggage, did you get robbed by mountain bandits?"
A burly man in a straw raincoat scrutinizes Ning Fan, noticing that he carries nothing, and can't help but laugh heartily.
"Come, help us gather some firewood to add to the fire and we'll let you have a few bites of meat." Another burly man, gnawing on half a roast chicken, also laughs loudly.
