Dragon Cypress and Ink Orchid weren't foolish enough to just stand guard at the Purple Tung Insect Nation the entire time.
At night they would return to the Desolation Plains: either to attend training, or to hunt in the mountains and forests. At daybreak, they'd go to a mountain near the Purple Tung Insect Nation, find a shady spot to hide and sleep.
Day after day passed by.
Suddenly, after a chilly night with cold winds and rain, the blazing sunlight of early autumn came to an end.
The long, continuous drizzles grew colder by the day, the mountains were covered with Snakebark Maple and Yellow Leaf, the sky was high and clouds light—bleak late autumn.
Suddenly there came several days of howling gales again, and with the leaves falling, late autumn had arrived.
Time trickled on, yet still there was no sign of any movement from the Purple Tung Insect Nation.
Dragon Cypress's taut nerves slowly began to relax day by day.
