In the dead of night, all sorts of strange sounds emerge from the mountains.
The cries of strange birds, the chirping of insects, the scurrying of beasts—sounds rarely heard in the city echoed here from time to time.
You could never tell where they were coming from.
They sounded far away one moment, and right behind the rock next to you the next.
If Song Meiqin had been thrown into a place like this under normal circumstances, she would have been scared out of her wits.
But now, Song Meiqin couldn't be bothered with the commotions around her.
She kept glancing back toward the cave.
Unfortunately, it was pitch-black inside, and Song Meiqin couldn't see a thing.
All she felt was that the dark, inky blackness of the cave was terrifying.
Wrapped in the cotton coat Lu Yuan had tossed her, Song Meiqin had no idea how long she had been waiting.
Finally, gritting her teeth, she supported herself on a rock with one hand and stood up on one leg.
