A chill wind blew in from outside, bringing a hint of moisture.
Zhang Feng, based on the Water Spirit Qi in the air and meteorology, made a quick judgment and knew that it was highly likely to rain within half an hour.
Following certain scenarios and the crisis-thinking of the text.
Under normal circumstances, someone would come into this broken temple to avoid the rain.
To avoid trouble.
Zhang Feng scanned the surroundings, glanced at the deity statue above, and muttered in his heart, "Sorry."
Then, Zhang Feng controlled the Earth Attribute Spiritual Qi to separate the stone back behind the statue, carving out two football-sized holes.
His body then lightly leaped, hiding with a bundled blanket inside.
Whoosh—
The stones closed up again, leaving only a few holes for the exchange of Spiritual Qi and air.
Zhang Feng burrowed into the small blanket, feeling quite comfortable.
Rustle—
As expected, in just over ten minutes, a sudden storm arrived.
