Rituals
It was raining cats and dogs out there. Hao Xuan couldn't even see more than 15 meters ahead of him even though there were torches and lightstones placed every few steps.
Rather than rain, it looked like someone was pouring water over him with a bucket. Only the occasional lightning that snaked through the clouds provided enough light to see further away.
The slaves or rather the natives had already been returned to their living quarters, wherever they were. Even the on-duty guards were hiding in makeshift guard posts to keep dry.
Hao Xuan took out a raincoat from the storage space and put it on before venturing outwards. Rather than hiding and moving around in cover, he walked right out in the open since the line of sight was so limited in this weather.