The weather these past two days had been exceptionally hot. The air itself seemed to carry a disquieting, scorching quality.
Few people would enjoy such hot weather.
Ding Wujiu didn't. Even with his considerable Inner Strength, he still felt awful all over.
But more than the weather, it was the people around him that made him feel like he was sitting on pins and needles.
Aside from Fan Zongyang, who also hailed from the Southern Domain and was a familiar face, the rest of them were each strange in their own way.
The Zhou Family brothers seemed like normal people, but every now and then they would suddenly blurt out, "Amitabha Buddha."
Ding Wujiu had initially thought they were monks who had not shaved their heads, but it turned out they had no qualms about wine or meat.
The two were also inseparable.
Eating, sleeping, traveling, even relieving themselves... they were never apart.
