Shennong Peak, the thunderstorm had lasted for two days and nights.
"Damn it, how long is this cursed weather going to last? It can't be endless, right?" Xiang Jie sat under a rock, cursing nonstop.
Mu Ziping also looked quite displeased. They had been trapped here for two days already. When would it end?
After two days of calm, Murong Fei's mood had improved considerably. Now, she quietly watched outside, wondering about the guy who had continued climbing—had he found an opportunity, or had he fallen off a cliff and died?
"Normally, it lasts about two or three days, it couldn't possibly last too long, but we should also prepare for the worst. Let's meditate and cultivate; there's nothing else we can do right now!" Xiang Yuanming spoke.
The elders, being older, were able to stay calm. They comforted their young charges and then sat down to meditate and cultivate.
