Cold wind blew, hitting the faces of Lucian, Celine and Isabella as they walked through a dense forest.
Under the rainy night, Lucian held a large umbrella, just big enough to shelter the three of them from the light downpour. As they walked, their steps squelched in the muddy earth, the sound muffled by the sound of rain on leaves above.
Right now, they had already reached the territory of the Azure Sword sect's branch.
All that remained was to cross this wilderness to reach their destination. The carriage couldn't navigate the narrow, twisting forest paths, so they had been forced to continue on foot.
The rain fell softly against the fabric of the umbrella, droplets cascading off the edges and occasionally splashing their feet despite Lucian's best efforts to keep them dry.
Isabella and Celine both shivered as the cold wind hit them, pressing their bodies closer to Lucian for warmth.
