The storm poured down.
Inside the ruined temple, there were leaks everywhere, damp and dripping, yet Zhao Ge and the others, exhausted from days of running, didn't take this opportunity to rest well. After a brief catch-up, they began to get busy.
"Rong Niang, gather anything useful from the bodies on the ground. We can't waste anything. Now that Zhao's Martial Arts Hall is gone, we are poor and without possession, neither weapons nor money. The strong bows and crossbows carried by Han Sui and Jin Bufen's group are all top-notch goods from their hall. Even if we don't use them, they could be sold for money," he instructed while sitting on a stone inside the dilapidated temple.
"Daughter, go and help your elder sister. Her arm is injured, and she's inconvenienced, remember to search their clothes thoroughly, see if there are any Qi Blood Pills hidden. If you find any, eat them immediately to replenish the Qi-Blood you lost earlier."