Their lives were simple and sincere, without any decoration or fanciness.
But their strength was on a whole different level compared to those on the outside; any one of them, if placed outside, should be able to stand their ground.
The sky gradually darkened.
As Liu Qianshui had not returned, they were led into a room to rest.
After fetching a basin of water, Qu Tan'er was just about to wash her face—
"Boom! Bang!..." The ground shook violently.
Water spilled from the wooden basin, and dust fell from the ceiling. She exclaimed in surprise, "What's happening?"
"It must be the north." Mo Liancheng sensed the recent crisis. He opened the window to look outside, seeing the village lit by torches and villagers passing by on the road. There was no panic; it seemed life went on as usual, "They appear to be accustomed to this kind of turbulence."
"Hmm." Qu Tan'er also saw it.
In the next moment!
"Rumble!..."
Suddenly, another violent tremor erupted!
