Yaojiu looked up at the two-story building in front of him and fell into deep thought. The walls were stained with soot and dust, and patches of plaster were peeling off, on the verge of falling. A few washed-out clothes hung on the second floor. In the surrounding residential buildings, several women were pinching their fingers and speaking in a dialect he could not understand, their tone sounding like they were arguing.
Was this the Ancient Pavilion that people rushed after head over heels?
"Sis?"
Chapter 100