The drizzle outside had turned into a torrential downpour, making further travel impossible. With no choice but to wait for the rain to let up, they settled into the carriage to rest.
"Master, here are some snacks for you and Miss Wen to tide you over," Qinglong said, approaching with an umbrella to deliver the food.
Wen Jiu looked at Qinglong. He, too, carried the faint scent of medicinal herbs, suggesting he possessed the same skills as Baizhi. The only difference was that he was a skilled martial artist, and a formidable one at that. She did not interpret Xiao Jue’s motives as anything malicious; rather, she felt that having such people around was merely for self-preservation. She was the same—it was all just for the sake of survival.
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