"It's the elder from our family."
The storekeeper forcefully pulled Gu Sheng, closing the small wooden hut directly.
Amid a cloud of flying dust, Gu Sheng sneezed three times in a row.
"The Ji family elder?"
Gu Sheng froze for a moment.
Ji Ziyue nodded, "Yes, he might be here to take me back."
"How does he know you're here?"
Gu Sheng asked casually.
"How would I know? Looks like I can't stay here much longer."
Ji Ziyue said, peering outside through a crack in the wooden hut.
Gu Sheng stood still, watching her anxious demeanor, a sense of melancholy suddenly swelling in his heart.
His furrowed brows tightened, and his gaze shifted back and forth between Ji Ziyue and the crack in the hut, as if lost in thought.
In that instant, the sound of the underground river echoed in his mind, and the cold breath of the icy pool seemed to rush over him again.
