The night was as dark as ink, with only a few sparse stars dotting the firmament. The group was resting in a dilapidated temple; a bonfire flickered in the corner, casting its glow on everyone's weary and solemn faces.
Zhang Yue sat on a stone, his brows tightly furrowed in deep thought. Ziyan was packing supplies nearby, her eyes drifting toward the group from time to time with a look of worry.
"I say, we can't keep walking at this turtle's pace anymore. We need to speed up and charge straight into the lair of the mysterious person to catch him off guard!" Lifeng swung his thick arms and shouted loudly. His voice echoed through the temple with unquestionable determination.
Chapter 78