Lan Ke Qi Yuan - Edited MTL

Chapter 13: Young Heroes

The rain was much shorter than it was yesterday, it stopped not long after it fell, but the temperature seemed a little cooler because of the rain.

Feeling the chilliness, Ji Yuan fumbled to put on the piece of clothing left by the merchants and put on a woven raincoat.

He learned from yesterday's conversation between the merchants that this was the beginning of spring and that it was normal for the weather to be cold. It's just that the two rains Ji Yuan encountered didn't have the meaning of spring rain.

It's just that he woke up late today, and now since the rain stopped, Ji Yuan guessed that it's almost evening. It's getting dark quickly in the mountains and the roads are slippery now, even if Ji Yuan had the courage to go down, the conditions would not allow it.

There were no merchants tonight which meant that there was no fire to keep warm.

"Alas..."

Ji Yuan sighed a little and was pessimistic about his future and destiny. At present, he could only hope that the sky would be clear tomorrow creating some favorable conditions for his pathetic vision.

As Ji Yuan had expected, the sky was getting dark quickly in the mountains and just in short while it was already dusk. It was almost night, Ji Yuan was a little timid as he didn't dare to sit in front of the offering table like he did in the day, and he went to sit behind the statue.

He didn't know when that red fox who took shelter from the rain had already left.

He was a little more nervous than the day before, after all, he was alone. He managed to hoodwinked the fierce tiger demon to leave, it shouldn't have reacted in just one day and come here.

Ji Yuan skillfully dozed off, and his clear dream was disturbed by a burst of new noise. The sky had yet darkened, there were voices coming from the distant mountain road.

Ji Yuan suddenly regained his energy. He sat up on the broken straw mat behind the statue and listened to the movement.

'No way, what a coincidence? This ruined temple isn't a transit hub. Can there be people coming here every day? It can't be a ghost, can it? No, no, no, there's footsteps. Don't scare yourself!'

There were mostly young men and women among the group, and many of them were holding weapons, mostly swords, and some held long staffs with iron attached to the heads. There were two people in the middle carrying a large burlap not knowing what was inside.

Most of them were young-looking men and women, with weapons in their hands, most of them swords, or men with long, iron-clad bangers in their heads, and two of them carrying a marijuana bag with no idea what was inside.

It's just the appearances of these people were somewhat in a sorry figure. Even if they found the shelter in time, they were all drenched by the rain.

The person in front was Yan Fei, he was the young man holding a tassel sword. He was 1.8 meters tall and had a slender figure, with a pair of bright phoenix eyes and full of expression.

He looked ahead and pointed into the distance to his companions.

"The temple is just ahead of us. Let's go there and have a rest and warm ourselves up by the fire!"

"OK, everyone, hurry up. It's really hard to walk on the mountain path after the rain!"

A woman was wearing a short coat outside her tight fitting dress. Now it was wet and stuck to her body. She took a few steps to shake the mud off her boots.

"It's ridiculous that none of us thought to bring rainwears."

The woman irritably laughed at herself while quickening her pace.