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Fearing death, Chen Shi stayed put, clutching the wrapped package as he sat by the fire, waiting for Xia Mushi to return.
As time gradually slipped by and the light dimmed, Chen Shi silently took out the knife from the package and held it in his hand, blade facing outward, his face alert as he watched his surroundings.
The fire beside him was warm and bright, its heat making the vast forest around him all the more silent and dark. The occasional flutter of a bird would startle him, yet his grip on the knife remained firm.
Jiang Feng noticed that the knife was the same one he had seen at Fen Garden, rust-covered. Now, the knife was rust-free, with only bloodstains that hadn't been wiped clean, looking particularly sharp and bloody in the firelight.
Finally, Xia Mushi returned.
With a water jug in hand and nothing else.
"Is the water source far? Why did you take so long?" Chen Shi asked eagerly.