As dusk approached, the heavy clouds overhead finally parted slightly, and a beam of golden light spread over Cangbai Mountain. The rainwater, not yet dry, reflected the setting sun and shone brightly, illuminating the foot of the mountain.
Thanks to this brightness, the camp was finally set up.
Soon after, the sky gradually turned dark, but campfires were lit throughout the camp once more. The smell of rich meat soup boiled in iron pots wafted through the cold, damp air, invigorating the weary and hungry soldiers nearby.
The firelight also illuminated Wo Xue's fair and delicate face.
