Ouyang Feng and Hua Qianqian were sitting in meditation under the protection of their guards, one healing injuries, the other suppressing poison.
Mo Hua also sat for a while, then felt the ground was a bit cold.
This Dragon King Temple stood at the center of Mistwater River, damp with water vapor and bone-chilling cold.
It hadn't been so bad during their fighting and rushing earlier, but now that everything was still and he was sitting on the floor, the chill crept all over him.
Mo Hua pulled out a warm blanket and wrapped himself up, then glanced at Gu Changhuai and the others. After a moment's thought, he took out a few more blankets and handed one to each of them.
He traveled a lot and often slept out in the wild; fluffy blankets were a must-have in his storage pouch.
It was a habit he built back when he traveled with his Master, Junior Brother, and Junior Sister.
