In the morning, the weather was clear—a rare, cloudless day within the Skybreak Mountain range.
Yao Zizhan, who was being carried on Fanli's shoulder, slowly woke up and asked in perplexity, "Where are we now?"
Fanli turned his head, glanced at the old man, and said, "I don't know. You were guiding."
"But I just woke up."
"You were guiding in your sleep."
A puzzled Yao Zizhan looked over at Mr. Chen, who was carrying Miss Su. Mr. Chen nodded, confirming that what Fanli said was true.
"Tsk, my memory... Last night, I remember we were escaping, and I had a nightmare. It scared me silly."
"Here, have some water." Zheng Fan offered a waterskin to Yao Zizhan.
Hearing Zheng Fan's voice, Yao Zizhan shivered inexplicably before taking the waterskin. He pulled out the stopper, didn't drink immediately, but rather placed it before his nose and sniffed. Confirming it was water, he then tilted his head back and took several large gulps.
