A promise?

Seeing that he was being deliberately mysterious, I didn't bother to ask any more questions.

Soon, we arrived at the horse shed that Yunwei had mentioned.

The simple structure known as a "horse saddle" is quite common in Northeast China. It gets its name from its shape, which resembles a saddle.

The construction method is relatively simple. Usually, a few wooden stakes are erected as supports, and then the top is covered with materials such as branches and thatch to form a simple dwelling.

In the past, hunters and raftsmen in Northeast China often built makeshift shelters as temporary dwellings when they were active in the mountains. We had barely stepped into the threshold of the makeshift shelter when a torrential downpour began.

I was planning to leave once the rain stopped, but the rain just kept getting heavier.

The already rudimentary horse frame was on the verge of collapse in the wind and rain.

"It looks like we won't be able to get down the mountain today; we'll have to spend the night on the mountain."

Yun Wei sighed, took out the snake from the bag, and threw it into the fire to roast.

They gave us a few more vegetable pancakes to fill our stomachs.

Xiaomi and Master Jia came here to find [Hidden Immortal in the Mist], so it's better if they can't leave the mountain.

While eating the fragrant roasted snake meat by the fire, Xiao Mi kept asking Yun Wei questions about [The Hidden Immortal's Trail].

In the end, they didn't get any useful information because they had never met Yunwei.

Seeing the two women chatting happily, I looked at Master Jia standing to the side and found that he was also looking at me.

Strange, wasn't this old man always looking for [Hidden Immortal Trail in the Mist]? Why is he so silent?

I sat down next to him and asked him why he kept staring at me.

Master Jia frowned and asked me in a low voice.

"Xiao Chen, have you offended someone?"

I was taken aback and asked him why he said that.

Jin glanced at the rain curtain outside and gestured with his lip: "Otherwise, why would that filthy thing keep following you?"

My heart skipped a beat, and I instinctively looked in the direction he indicated.

It was pitch black outside, and the torrential rain poured down like an impenetrable wall of water.

I strained my eyes and searched desperately in the darkness, but saw nothing but endless wind and rain.

I asked him, "Seventh Master, what does that thing look like?"

"A little old man with completely white eyes."