As they walked toward their cave, Su Qinglan's mind was full of thoughts.
The priest's words, the system's new mission, and now, the severe rain... it all felt like a lot to take in.
After a while, she looked up at Hu Yan and asked softly,
"Hu Yan… last year, when it rained, was it really that bad? Did our cave get flooded too?"
Hu Yan's steps slowed a little. He turned his head and looked at her. His expression turned serious, and there was a hint of sadness in his eyes.
"Yes," he said quietly. "Last year, the rain was also very heavy. It didn't stop for many days. The river overflowed, and water came rushing into the lower caves. Even our cave was flooded. Most of our food was washed away. We barely survived that time."
Su Qinglan's eyes widened in shock. "It got that bad?"
Hu Yan nodded, his face darkening with memories.
