Chapter 277: Transcendent Qing (14)
In just two days, it would be the seventh month. That meant it was about time for rain—but of course, she hadn’t considered that. Qing clicked her tongue. I really wasn’t thinking, huh.
Then again, she rarely did think—unless it was about killing people or eating. Even if she reflected on it now, it was bound to happen again.
Not that Qing was completely without grievance.
The life of a wanderer across the martial realm wasn’t exactly one filled with convenience. Sure, these days she technically had a hut and her roots in the Divine Maiden Sect, but it wasn’t like she’d stopped drifting.
The Central Plains were vast—not just horizontally, but in elevation too. Some places were flanked by rivers, some by desert, others by ocean. Naturally, the climate varied wildly, and Qing had long since lost all sense of what the weather should feel like. Hot? Rainy? She had no idea.
When she stepped out of her room in a hurry, there was a boy nodding off at the entrance who sprang to attention the moment he saw her.
He was one of those kids who only showed up when it rained—setting up beside the tavern’s front door to sell rain hats.
Truthfully, he was probably the child of a servant or worker inside, roped in to help the innkeeper scrape together a little extra money on stormy nights.
It was a fancy enough establishment to offer umbrellas and hats, so clearly everyone but Qing had been aware of the forecast.
“Hey, give me two rain hats.”
“Oh! Miss Fairy! Here you go!”
The boy, eyes still glazed from sleep and clearly overwhelmed by her looks, shoved a large basket-like hat into her hands without asking for payment.