Midnight.
Wilderness.
Abandoned temple.
"You go collect firewood."
Zhong Lin ordered Mei Weixuan sternly.
"Why me?"
Mei Weixuan glanced outside; the sun had completely set, leaving just a faint afterglow barely enough to see. Going to collect firewood now, there would soon be nothing visible.
"You've got some nerve to speak. If it weren't for you dragging us off to fish, we wouldn't be stuck spending the night in this desolate place."
Zhong Lin said angrily.
Mei Weixuan scratched his head. He didn't expect fishing to be so addictive, completely losing track of time.
His eyes darted and landed on the offering table in the dilapidated Mountain God Temple and excitedly said, "No need to get firewood, chopping this table would be enough for a fire."
He was about to draw his sword, but Zhong Lin pressed it back.
