Although the small temple wasn't large, it was sufficient for shelter.
After tidying up the main hall a bit, they kindled a fire.
The warmth of the flames quickly dispelled the chill inside the hall.
Though in the wild, Zui'Er, like a magician, produced a pot, and performed simple processing on the dry rations carried along.
After devouring the hot meat pie and drinking a couple of sips of warmed-up wine, the body was instantly warmed up.
After eating, Zui'Er and Meng Shiwen retired early to sleep.
Despite the long journey, even Meng Shiwen, with martial arts skills, felt a hint of exhaustion and quickly fell into deep sleep.
Zhao Ya moved the fire to the entrance of the hall, keeping vigil while inventorying the recent gains.
While in Wuxiang City, the multitude of affairs left little room for leisure, but now with time at hand, he naturally wanted to make a proper inventory.
