Separating Truth from Fiction

"Elder, is Sheng Ya alright?" Zhang Fei was the first to speak up.

"Mm. She's just a bit frightened. Nothing serious." He walked down from the shadow of the stairs and stood in front of everyone.

Bai Wu was carrying Sheng Ya horizontally with his arms. The shy little lady wrapped her hands over his neck and buried her head in his chest. She was trembling incessantly.

"Let's find a place to rest. Everyone should be tired from the lack of sleep," Bai Wu said as he placed Sheng Ya down.

Unwilling to let go of Bai Wu, she continued to hold on tight to Bai Wu's neck. After he gave her a firm stare, she then held on timidly to his shirt. Since she did not speak a word, it was quite apparent that she was terrified.

"F*cking hell it's like we've just encountered a ghost! How was there a leak in the first place? There wasn't even any rain, to begin with!" The lad with the crew-cut cursed and kicked a stone that was lying on the ground.