The battle was interrupted—
Fu Miaoxue brushed aside her disheveled hair and looked up at the sky, letting out a heavy snort.
"If it weren't for you, the tent would have been set up already! We wouldn't have to be getting rained on here now!" She shifted all the blame onto Du Lai.
Du Lai was too exhausted to utter a single word; if not for this heavy rain, he would have just closed his eyes and fallen asleep.
He didn't want to argue with Fu Miaoxue; he just wanted to set up the tent as quickly as possible.
The only consolation was that, in some way, this heavy rain temporarily solved his problem of finding fresh water.
...
The rain poured down harder, and soon they were drenched more than halfway. Without the surrounding trees as a cover, they would have been soaked even faster.
In the torrential rain and fierce wind, the tent was blown to pieces, and it seemed that they were so drained from fighting that they were slower setting it up than it was falling apart.
