Thunder rumbled incessantly, and bolts of lightning flashed across the sky, sometimes striking far off in the distance, other times seeming to hit right before his eyes.
Yang Fan knew exactly what to expect and remained unperturbed. He knew these thundershowers came and went quickly; at least ten minutes of heavy thunder would pass before the downpour truly began.
He chopped down a tree with a single palm strike, stripped the branches, and stood four thick logs together in a pyramid, topping them with thin twigs. At a glance, it looked quite like a tent.
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