That way, most of the wind and rain would stay outside.
With the vines blocking the worst of the storm, the howling wind and pounding rain grew softer.
Yue Mingxuan looked around his temporary shelter and noticed that this cave seemed larger than a normal one.
Because of the poor light, he couldn't see the full space clearly.
He reached into his medicine pouch and pulled out a fire striker.
Thankfully, it had been tightly sealed and hadn't gotten wet.
Striking it alight, he slowly inspected the inside of the cave.
It didn't seem like a natural formation there were clearly signs of craftsmanship.
A few stone benches had been carved from rock and on one of them sat an old oil lamp.
Yue Mingxuan walked closer curiously and tried lighting it with the flame from his fire striker.
To his surprise, the lamp still worked.
The small flame flickered, casting a soft glow across the damp cave.
He brushed the dust from the stone bench and raising a small cloud of gray powder.
