Contrary to Wang Anfeng's expectations, the night passed without incident. He had slightly loosened the wrap on his back to ensure that if something did happen, he could draw his sword at the fastest speed, but it seemed it was just his own needless worry.
But of course, it was always best to avoid troubles.
It was still early, and everyone else had yet to awake; Li Qidao lay on his bed with open arms, looking haphazard, snoring thunderously with the overpowering might of his Lei Dao martial arts, crisp as a clap of thunder.
Wang Anfeng chuckled softly and strolled to the window, watching the dissipating clouds in the distance. The sun seemed unhindered by yesterday's storm, already emanating a warm, sweltering heat in the morning.
There were still puddles in the uneven ground, but with the temperature as it was, by the afternoon much of it would likely have evaporated, making the air even more stifling for those walking on the roads.
