Darkness cloaked the land, and the sky seemed to have a massive hole as torrential rain poured down.
It was already four in the morning, and Liang Yuan's group finally had a place to rest their feet.
The bamboo house, tens of meters high, was built alongside the mountain.
In this darkness, fires were lit in each layer of the bamboo house, driving away the dark and bringing warmth.
Although it was already September, the weather should have remained hot for a while, but in this torrential rain, one's body could easily become unstable, making the fire source essential outdoors.
The mutant bamboo, green with hints of red, was not only exceptionally tough but also seemed highly resistant to heat.
However, to prevent fires, everyone lined the fire pits with mud, set up iron pots, and boiled water.
Those who had some flour cooked a pot of dumplings, and the fragrant aroma brought a sense of satisfaction to everyone.
