After he finished speaking, he lowered his head and went back to tapping and hammering at the broken little stool. He seemed perfectly calm and composed, not the least bit nervous.
The three of them looked at each other in dismay.
It was already past four in the afternoon when they had planned to head down the mountain. The rainy, gloomy weather was making the sky grow darker by the minute, and if they waited any longer, the temperature would drop significantly.
"Can you give us a specific time?" Chen Yuan asked, feeling uneasy.
"That depends on whether the fog clears. I can't say for sure," the old man mumbled.
"And if it doesn't clear, are we supposed to just wait forever?"
"There are hotels on the mountain. If it gets dark, you can find a place to stay and wait until tomorrow. This has happened plenty of times before."
The old man's answer made their hearts sink.
