A warmth, mingled with the scent of ancient dust, rushed out to meet them as they entered the cave.
Shen Qing struck a fire starter, illuminating the interior. Several fur mats were spread across the floor, while dried venison and ceramic jars filled with fresh water were piled in a corner. Icicles hung from the ceiling, refracting the flickering light into scattered, shimmering spots.
"Let's tend to your wounds first."
Chapter 114