In an inn on Sky Street, everyone did a simple wash-up, then had a quick bite before retiring for the night.
The mountaintop now is unlike in future generations, where tourism is developed and mountaintop facilities are robust. At present, everything on the mountaintop is carried up by manpower. Of course, there are porters in the future as well, but the roads in the future are all steps, with some places even flattened out, making them at least easy to walk on. But now? Many places don't even have roads, so one can imagine how challenging it is to transport things up.
So even drinking water is very difficult here, let alone taking a bath.
Of course, there's plenty in Yang Ruxin's space, but it cannot be taken out. As for food, they could only have Gu Qiao send everyone a large pear each.
"Which direction did Tang Kun go down the mountain from?" Yang Ruxin applied medicine once again on Gu Qingheng's scapula, suddenly recalling the earlier scenario.
