The ruined temple itself was not small, despite the many missing tiles that let the rain leak through.
Still, if everyone squeezed in, it was manageable.
Seeing this, the maid in the green skirt arched a delicate brow, a trace of unconcealed disdain flashing in her eyes.
"Qi Storage Realm? With that paltry level of skill, you dare to bargain with me.
You can stay, and I'll make sure you regret it. Or you can take your men and get out, now!"
Wu Yidao's expression turned ugly when he heard her words.
He glanced at the green-skirted maid and the figures clad in armor, their bodies radiating a murderous aura.
If this were any other time, it would be fine; at worst, he would just take his brothers and find another place to stay.
But right now, a violent storm raged outside. If they spent the night soaked in the rain, he feared that all the Darts Masters, except for himself, would fall ill.
Besides, they had Hu Qi, an Inner Qi Realm expert, with them.
