They continued doing this until night was about to descend. The group finally left the city and set up a campsite in the slums outside the city.
Their actions were very proficient, and they soon set up six tents.
Other than the two people wielding blades sharing a single tent, the others were all solo. They lit sticks of incense outside their tents, and some even took out powder and sprinkled it around the surroundings.
Seeing that the sky was growing darker and the various roars from the city had started echoing through the night, everyone entered their tents.
Only Senior Mo swept his gaze toward the lonely Nian Lin. He took out a sleeping bag and tossed it over to him.
"Lighting the incense can keep nearby beasts from coming closer. Given your contribution today, Zang Tian won't dare target you while I am here. This place can still be considered safe."
After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he no longer paid attention to Nian Lin and entered his tent.
Nian Lin didn't speak. He merely cast a deep glance toward the middle-aged man's tent before opening the sleeping bag and snuggling inside.
Although he closed his eyes, he didn't immediately fall asleep.
The distant roars of beasts continuously echoed from the ruined city. Some sounded furious, some sounded mournful, while others were so strange that even Nian Lin couldn't determine what type of beast had made them.
The night wind blew gently across the campsite.
Nian Lin silently listened to everything around him.
Years of surviving alone had taught him never to completely relax.
Even when sleeping, part of his attention remained alert to the surroundings.
Only after confirming that nothing unusual was happening did he slowly allow himself to rest.
However, one of his hands remained hidden beneath the sleeping bag, tightly gripping the handle of his dagger.