The night breeze brushed past the mountainside, the silhouetted trees cast shadows, and the starlit sky sparkled.
Chen Yuan stood before the wooden door, observing closely: "The door shows no signs of damage, and it's locked from the outside."
This wooden door was particularly solid, able to effectively withstand the attack of large beasts.
If entering the house, two pieces of wood served as door bolts; if leaving, an ordinary iron lock was used.
"Awoo."
At the same time, Cola stood on its hind legs, paws resting on the window sill, lifting its head to look inside—but the window was blocked by handmade curtains stitched from various scraps of fabric, completely obscuring the view of the interior.
"No need to look, Old Xing definitely hasn't returned yet." Chen Yuan patted Cola's head, worry etched on his face.
All indications showed that Old Xing had not returned to the cabin; he must still be outside.
But it was already late at night, why hadn't Old Xing come back?
