After a meal, Xin Lin regained her energy.
Since Gui Hu said that the auspicious energy didn't come from underground, it meant that the energy must have originated within the house.
But the house was only so big, and Xin Lin had already checked places that should be checked. Where could this auspicious energy be coming from?
Xin Lin wondered.
She glanced at Gui Hu, and after the Pride Corpse had finished the Braised Pork Belly, it started to breathe in and out rhythmically, continuing to absorb its own auspicious energy.
Xin Lin paced back and forth in the house, not sparing even the pillars and the floor. An hour had passed, and still, she found nothing.
It was then that Xin Lin's gaze became fixated on a corner of the room that held a pile of ragged bedding and several meditation mats she had yet to dispose of.
These items could belong to Zhao Gang, or perhaps they were left by the previous owner of the wooden hut.
