"Knock, knock, knock!"
At the entrance to the village, Jiang Younian ascended the wooden steps of the cabin, pressing forward despite the hostile glares of the Dahuang. He knocked on the mysterious wooden door. Even with the Dahuang growling inches from his legs, Jiang Younian held the steamed bun and millet firmly in his hand, showing no fear.
Inside, footsteps—one light, one heavy—approached. With a creak, the wooden door opened from within. An aged face appeared before Jiang Younian. The old man’s gaze swept over the bun and millet in Jiang Younian’s hand before shifting to the Dahuang growling outside.
Chapter 85