The Old Man in the Wooden House

Inside the cave, Zhao Shisan placed Ye Xiaowei on the ground and then began to meditate nearby.

As for covering Ye Xiaowei with clothes, that was impossible.

In the sky, a faint glow appeared, and Zhao Shisan opened his eyes, walked out of the cave, and saw only broken branches and withered leaves. Not only that, the once lush green leaves were now all gray.

Zhao Shisan knew that this was the price Ye Xiaowei paid for using that sword last night.

The valley, or rather the desolate valley, was more appropriate now.

No bird songs, no cicada cries, not even fish in the nearby creek, as if it were a stagnant pool.

The entire valley was silent.

"The person from last night must have a remarkable status on the Beheading Sky Platform. I wonder if they'll send someone else."

"But as long as it's not someone of a higher realm, it doesn't matter how many come." Zhao Shisan suddenly smiled, and the girl's smile was beautiful, bringing life to the otherwise dead valley.