When Wang Jin woke up, the sky had just begun to show the faint light of dawn.
He had fallen asleep last night and didn't get to see what the post house turned into. Only now, he realized how terrifyingly large the fire must have been.
The faint smell of burnt wood and rubble filled his nose. The entire post house was already completely destroyed, everything inside and the corpses of the Death Warriors had turned to black ash, leaving only charred ruins covered in soot.
Qin Yao was holding a shovel, putting out fires in various places.
She had been watching the fire all night, and only after extinguishing the final embers with soil did she finally let out a long breath.
Turning around, seeing Wang Jin already awake and sitting a bit dazed on the straw mat, she raised her hand and waved at him, "Morning!"
"... Morning." Wang Jin hesitated for a moment before reacting and nodding.
"You stayed up all night just to watch the fire?" he asked tentatively.
