Good Luck Comes

After devouring the large bread soaked in straw mushroom soup, Helian Jing was in a better mood as they continue on with their journey.

Halfway through their trip, it rained again, the raindrops as big as beans, pelting down and hurting their face.

"Let's take shelter under the tree there!" Helian Jing suggested, squinting his almond-shaped eyes as he pointed towards a tree ahead.

"Are you crazy? Take a shelter under a tree in the rain? Do you want to get shot by lightning?"

Right after she had just berated him, the sky resonated with a muffled thunder growl.

They looked at each other, creeped out.

Helian Jing clenched his teeth and took his shirt off.

"What are you doing?" Ye Jiayao demanded.

Helian Jing held his shirt up above their heads to shelter them both, laughing. "This way we won't get wet."