This is to prepare for entering the Great Ze, in such an environment, people unfamiliar with the local climate can easily fall ill.
Gou Moli, carrying some candied fruit, came to the Sword Saint's tent, and said:
"Want some?"
The Sword Saint was meditating inside, eyes closed, only slightly shaking his head.
Gou Moli simply sat down and continued eating by himself.
The sky had already darkened, and the army had camped.
Half resting, half on guard.
Honestly, the defense is not strict, but given the current conditions, this is as good as it can get.
The scouts on the perimeter have not detected any signs of the Chu army moving toward here, so for now, this place is still safe.
Gou Moli ate until he could eat no more, feeling sated.
Looking back at the tent where Lord Zheng was, taking a nap till now, he truly was enjoying himself.
"Coo... Coo... Coo..."
A birdcall came from the sky.
