Half a month later.
"Boom!"
A thunderclap resounded abruptly over the parched land.
"Looks like it's going to rain."
On the imperial road, Lu Changsheng, mounted on a spiritual horse, looked up at the dark, overcast sky and spoke.
"It's getting late, and there happens to be a temple ahead. Let's rest there for the night,"
Li Feiyu said, gazing at the darkening sky.
"A mountain, a dilapidated temple, heavy rain—this isn't going to lead to any accidents, is it?"
Lu Changsheng also noticed an abandoned ancient temple ahead and couldn't help but mutter to himself.
But the weather was not suitable for spending the night outdoors.
The two rode their spiritual horses quickly to the old temple.
This ancient temple was very run-down, with overgrown weeds everywhere, and filled with dust and spider webs.
Lu Changsheng cast a Cleansing Technique, cleaned up a bit, then gathered some firewood and started a campfire.