West State University teaching building.
Tonight, all the Immortal Technique Committee present were called one by one into the interview room to leave records and perform a debriefing.
Bai Mo walked out of the interview room, with his apprentice Black Tail perched on his shoulder, hearing big raindrops hitting the window glass, making a "pitter-patter" sound, hearing the wind outside still howling, seeing a tree bending in the storm, struggling to hold on.
Zhang Shan clicked his tongue in front of the window.
"With this heavy rain, the materials department is still out on the battlefield collecting materials.
"It's tough for them."
Bai Mo nodded.
"Yeah.
"The bloodstains, footprints, and other traces left from the battle are quickly being washed away by the heavy rain, making it difficult to collect.
"They truly have it tough."
