Chapter 1100 - Drought Wraith
Liu Wuxie said nothing more, not wanting to worry the others. Deep down, he hoped he was overthinking it.
The tent was spacious, and someone had laid out soft bedding, making it a comfortable place to rest for the night.
Liu Wuxie sat outside by a bonfire, his gaze fixed on the distant forest, watchful and silent.
"Big Brother Liu, you should rest. I'll keep watch," Murong Yi said, stepping out to relieve him.
"You should go back inside. Tonight might not be peaceful," Liu Wuxie replied gently, brushing her cheek with a tender touch.
Among the four women, only Murong Yi shared such intimacy with him.
"But didn't you say there wouldn't be any danger?" Murong Yi asked, concern flickering in her eyes.
She had grown up in comfort, shielded from danger her whole life. Naturally, she found it challenging to stay calm in moments like this.
Back in the Southern Province, she'd been the pampered young mistress of the House of Tea Art. When she first arrived in the Central Plains, she had nearly died at the hands of the Scarlet Dragon Cult if not for Master Yi's intervention.
Since then, she had remained in seclusion at the Heavenly Dao Society to cultivate. Strictly speaking, this was the first time any of the four women had ventured out into the Central Plains on their own.
"I suspect someone deliberately released the Drought Wraiths... to harvest human blood," Liu Wuxie said in a low voice.
The two of them leaned against each other, Murong Yi resting her head on his shoulder as they looked up at the night sky.