The inn wasn't far from a swamp, and beyond that, a mangrove forest loomed, branches overcrowded and fog swirling. Fang Hong climbed up from the ground, not having the luxury to worry about much, and followed the others into the water.
The night was pitch black, with only the faint starlight sprinkling through the trees. The silhouette of the person in front was almost out of sight, with only the sound of splashing water reaching from distant places. Red Leaf was not far to his left, moving with uneven steps, trying to keep up with the others, having put away the Annihilator—after all, it would probably pose no threat to that dragon.
To his right and slightly ahead was Miss Atira, the elf girl with a bow on her back and a spear in her hand, occasionally turning her head to check if Fang Hong was encountering trouble.
This made Fang Hong feel somewhat flattered.
