Chapter 289: Transcendent Qing (26)
For the past few days, the rain hadn’t let up—not just a drizzle, but a torrential downpour—so it wasn’t surprising that a section of the mountain, with its softened ground, had collapsed.
Thankfully, the sound came from far away, but even so, it was hard not to feel uneasy.
Will it be okay here?
This place isn’t going to collapse too, right?
But there wasn’t much to be done about it.
The primitive darkness of ancient nights meant that if there wasn’t moonlight, there was no light at all.
And for personal lighting, it was either a torch or a lantern at best—and on a night like this, with sheets of rain falling, even those were practically useless.
So they couldn’t go down the mountain in the middle of the night, and even if they did, there was no guarantee it would be any safer.
In fact, the peak might be the safest place.
They wouldn’t have built a stronghold somewhere that could collapse, would they? Even if they were ignorant mountain bandits?
With that decision made, Qing headed back inside the stronghold.
You’d call it a roof, maybe a huge one.