"Drip."
Clear droplets fell from the cave's ceiling, splattering tiny beads of water on the slightly moist ground.
The campfire flickered, accompanied by the crackling sound of bursting embers, pale white smoke spiraled upwards, lingering on the surface of the rock wall above.
The rain continued falling.
Yet it no longer had the previous violent demeanor, under the increasingly glaring sunlight dissolving into the cloudy sky, it turned into a fine, dense drizzle.
Xia Nan stood at the cave entrance, arms crossed, body leaning sideways against the nearby wall.
His dark hair was damp, and he was only wearing a dark-colored fitted shirt on his body, the plate chain composite armor that showed obvious silver-white corrosion marks had been removed and placed on the ground beside him.
His head was slightly tilted, serene dark eyes reflecting the dense curtain of rain.
Beside the campfire behind him, his few "unlucky" teammates were either lying or sitting.
