Spring rain.
The rain was pattering down continuously.
The mountain path was tough to navigate, wet and slick and muddy.
The people silently masked their weariness, maintaining their formation and moving at a steady pace.
The leader's voice rang out:
"The magic cottage is just ahead, we'll rest there for the night!"
"Yes!" everyone responded in unison.
The leader added, "Brother Peiqi, I suggest you wait until daylight to cross this mountain; it'll be safer."
"Alright, I'll move with you then," Shen Ye said with a smile.
With that statement, the expressions of those around visibly relaxed.
—Just now, a fierce tiger had rushed out from behind the bushes, and before anyone could react, it was shot dead by this Brother Peiqi.
What excellent archery!
Having such a hermit by one's side did give an added sense of security.
