Day after day, night after night.
Xinquan remains a peaceful place amidst the drizzle, where surprisingly most people have gradually grown accustomed to it. A part of their hearts has gradually felt that perhaps those Water Ghosts are already afraid of Xinquan's defenses and dare not come again.
The knights under Slan still ignore the heavy rain and dampness, persisting with their daily patrols and training. It's just that their armor is long-haired, which is not much of a nuisance.
As for the Chosen Ones from Desert Market in Diaomao Town, after being fully prepared at first, they have gradually begun to become lax. Some have even started indulging in strong liquor and lust. Others have already caused a lot of trouble, leaving Old Lin with a headache every day upon waking up. If it weren't for Old Lin still being here to suppress things a bit, there might have been people wanting to shirk responsibilities by now.
