The downpour was heavy, and the wind was howling.
At that time, the sky was darkened, and within a hundred miles radius, the only source of light was a bonfire that had been lit within a dilapidated ancient temple.
"Master, the meat is cooked." Pang Hong handed the roasted meat to Pei Xuanjing.
Pei Xuanjing shook his head, "You eat first, don't worry about me."
Pang Hong nodded and started eating eagerly. Clearly, the journey had left him famished.
Pei Xuanjing handed him the water pouch beside him, "Eat slowly, there's no rush."
"Thank you, Master." Pang Hong swallowed his bite of meat and took the water pouch.
Bang!
The temple door was pushed open, and a young man and woman entered.
The two soaked individuals, upon seeing the two men in the temple, hesitated before the young man bowed his fist and said, "My sister and I were caught in the rain and would like to shelter here temporarily. I hope you don't mind."