Rain was meticulously preparing his luggage, making sure he had everything he needed for the dangerous journey ahead.
The Qiulong Mountains were no place to be careless, and he had planned his departure to coincide with the third or fourth watch when the beasts would be at their most drowsy. It was the best time to delve deeper into the mountains, where treasures awaited the brave or the foolish.
As he packed, he noticed something—Xiao Ba, his troublesome companion, had disappeared again.
Rain could only shake his head in resignation. That little creature had a habit of vanishing whenever it pleased, usually off on some mischief. Rain decided not to waste time looking for him.
Xiao Ba would return when he felt like it. With a sigh, he sat back down and resumed his cultivation, focusing on the deep, steady flow of his Xuan Qi.
