Rumble!
The thunder roared, and the purple lightning tore through the sky, making the girl standing in the rain tremble uncontrollably.
Her eyes were full of anticipation, the red oil-paper umbrella appeared helpless in the torrential rain. She tightened her cicada-thin top, the hem of her skirt was already torn during the chase by bandits, revealing half of her smooth, white calf.
Yet now that exquisite calf was covered in bruises, all scars from her frantic escape, smeared with mud, looking exceptionally battered, even her once smooth black hair was now dripping in strands from the rain.
She watched longingly in the direction where the Immortal Master had left earlier; although it brought a sense of security, it still made her anxious. Uncle Qian, though skillful, was not a cultivator, and he was injured; the longer it dragged on, the worse his injuries would get, filling her heart with worry.
"Not back yet..."
Standing motionless in place.
