Meng Fuyao flipped over and laid down by the pile of fire. Zhan Beiye waited until she was fast asleep before taking off his robe and carefully draping it over her.
The guinea pig carefully kept his four strands of hair that were wasted and held them in his palms. Sad and lonely, he sat on a stone and stared at the crescent moon. Moments later, he let out a long sigh, frustrated at the lack of proper communication.
"Squeak-"
The night darkened, and all the animals gradually fell asleep.
Ji Yu and ten elite warriors of Black Wind Calvary slept in a semi-circle facing the thick forest, protecting Zhan Beiye and Meng Fuyao who laid in the center of the formation. Meng Fuyao slept on a bluestone, behind which was a pond, followed by a mountain that was almost impossible to climb over. Zhan Beiye specially picked this campsite, which was the safest as it could fend off enemies coming from three different directions.
