The following day, early morning.
Wu Heng opened his eyes. The faint light filtered through the heavy clouds, casting mottled shadows on the window lattice.
The sky remained dark as dusk, with no sunlight, only a thin natural light.
He got up, dressed tidily, washed his face simply to dispel his sleepiness.
"Uncle, you're awake!" Xiao Xiao drifted through the wall, greeting him before whispering mysteriously, "Last night, Aunt was incessantly asking about our affairs with the Blood Clan. Is she up to something again?"
Having experienced a lot, even a primary school child has begun to be cautious in their actions.
"What did she ask? Let me hear," Wu Heng said.
Xiao Xiao floated nearby, arms crossed, recalling as she said, "Asked how we got here, the strength of the opposing Hero, even suspected that there's a conspiracy. Later, I didn't tell her, so she stopped asking."
It sounds like she was merely curious about what we were doing.
