The torrential rain at night continued unabated, with water cascading down the mountain ridge, washing away the scent of blood that permeated the ground.
Inside a cave halfway up the mountain, blasted open by a punch from Lu Jin'an, a bonfire illuminated the surroundings, dispersing the chill.
Beside the bonfire, Zhiyu was devouring a honey-glazed roasted rabbit with great delight, although her mismatched eyes occasionally glanced to the side.
Iron Hoof Cloud, quietly standing nearby and munching on the moss on the stone wall, also seemed content, as if wondering how it could have missed such delicious fare before.
It had the appearance of a wealthy mare discovering local snacks for the first time.
Thud—
The dull sound of armor dropping to the ground echoed repeatedly, drawing Zhiyu's involuntary attention. After swallowing the rabbit meat in her mouth, she asked: "Master, what's that?"
"War armor, not for eating."
