The journey from Baixing Gully Village to the old lady's straw cottage was not close.
Just yesterday, Lin Ruoxue had experienced an avalanche, and she really should have taken a good rest both mentally and physically, but Su Chen did not want to disappoint her, so he agreed to her request.
Along the way, Su Chen and his companions walked and stopped intermittently, only reaching the straw cottage in the afternoon.
"It's unexpected to find such a place at the foot of Tianshan."
Looking at the straw cottage surrounded by a wooden fence, including some vegetable gardens and fruit trees in the yard, Lin Ruoxue couldn't help but exclaim.
Su Chen smiled and pushed open the gate of the courtyard. He had felt a similar feeling the first time he had come here.
Although the old lady did not seem extraordinary, she always gave him a very peculiar feeling. As for what it was precisely, he couldn't quite put his finger on it.