When the morning mist wrapped in dew brushed against his collar, Pi Yanlin was squatting under the ancient locust tree at the entrance of Wangyou Valley, gnawing on a flatbread.
"You certainly know how to pick a spot." Gu Qinghuan's voice came from behind. The silver ring on the sword at her waist chimed softly with her steps. "The System said we had to check in here, but look at you—you took the shadiest tree stump before dawn."
Pi Yanlin shoved the last half of the flatbread into his mouth and mumbled indistinctly, "This is called strategic deployment." He patted the bluestone slab beneath him. "The ancient locust tree has a well-developed root system, and the ground moisture is heavy. Only by lying here for an hour will your lower back not feel sore—" Before he could finish, he suddenly froze. When he looked up, Gu Qinghuan had already walked up to the tree, her fingertips lightly brushing the carved mark on the trunk.
Chapter 57