Lin Fan and the others sighed in huge relief when they reached the foot of the mountain.
The town was just right ahead.
Just a little bit more and they could get back to the military guard post in Huai Mountain.
This boost of ecstasy even got Lai Qing to walk on his own, climbing down from his brother's back.
"Hurry, just a little bit more and we can be enjoying hotpot again," Hun Yen Kun, who was now feeling better, said.
He looked up at the night sky and continued, "I shall compose a poem worthy of our tough and courageous deed."
The rest of the team ignored him, rolled their eyes, and hastened their pace.
"Wait," Hun Yen Kun said.
"Senior martial brother, we aren't really interested in your poems," Lin Fan shrugged his shoulders as he walked past Hun Yen Kun.
"No. Look." Hun Yen Kun grabbed onto Lin Fan's robe and pointed his fan at the sky.
Lin Fan looked up and saw an orange dot in the sky flying in circles.
