As night fell, a fine drizzle floated down from the sky.
Banqiao Town, usually bustling even at night, became cold and quiet.
Occasionally, tourists from other places, curious about the evening scenery, would come out to enjoy the view and step in puddles, finding it quite pleasant.
An Yan had no such leisurely mood. She walked briskly with an umbrella, passing a small bridge and entering deep into the woods.
The rainwater pattered on the leaves, creating a rustling sound, and occasionally small animals appeared but did not disturb An Yan's pace.
She resembled a lone traveler navigating through the woods, her figure isolated and lonely.
Due to the rain, the ground had become damp and slightly muddy, which made moving forward somewhat difficult.
It took An Yan one hour and twenty minutes to reach her destination.
Not far from the ancient tomb were two beige tents, which looked a bit like lone graves among the mountains.
