Inside the temple, within the meditation room.
A faint candle flickered like a bean, and Yang Xiao sat alone at the old wooden table, his brow tightly furrowed.
Slight snores echoed in the room; everyone else had fallen asleep. The exhausting night had left everyone weary, and Yang Xiao took it upon himself to keep the first watch of the night.
After witnessing Yang Xiao's actions tonight, no one doubted his abilities anymore; he was a young, yet exceptionally capable outsider.
With him on watch, everyone slept soundly, even veterans like Adila and Musa. Their chests rose and fell gently, utterly exhausted from the night's ordeal.
Shifting his gaze, Yang Xiao looked to the other side of the room, where a bed lay. Aisha and Shari were huddled together, back to back, also in deep slumber.
Ever since being rescued by Shari, Aisha's attitude towards her had improved significantly. To pull Aisha out of the earthen pit, Shari had cut her arm on some rocks.
