The late spring mountain wind wrapped in pine waves swept across the valley, as the Blind Granny's withered fingers caressed the years-old carvings on her bamboo staff. Under Lan Xiaodie's rapt gaze, she finally began to slowly reveal the long-sealed past: "However..."
Her clouded eyes turned to the void, a trace of ripples in her aged voice, "Twenty years ago, on a rainy night, a child accidentally fell into the 'Ten Thousand Scorpion Cave' set by the Five Poison Sect in the dense forest. The trap, reaching a depth of ten feet, had walls coated with scorpion-attracting venom. If an ordinary person were to fall in, within half an incense stick's time, they would be gnawed to white bones."
Lan Xiaodie sharply raised her head, the moonlight casting a trembling shadow on her pale cheeks: "Father... would rescue someone?"
