Three days had passed in the blink of an eye.
During these three days, Zhao Jiaqi had stayed alone in the tent, not allowing the two to enter.
She had been burning incense and bathing—no one knew what kind of tricks she was up to.
Fortunately, as soon as the three-day period was over, she promptly lifted the curtain and came out.
In her right hand, she held a special backpack made of waterproof fabric.
"The items are ready, you can take them and set off now," she said.
Zhao Jiaqi, pale-faced, looked extremely exhausted.
Throughout these three days, the sound of scripture never ceased, clearly showing that she too was on the verge of collapse.
"Are you alright?"
Taking the backpack, Lin Fan looked at Zhao Jiaqi with concern.
