The place was deserted, and silence filled the surroundings. With the dense fog winding through the area, one could even vaguely make out the mess people had left behind in their hurried departure.
For the timid, venturing deep into a place like this would undoubtedly be a serious test of their nerves—but of course, that only applied to ordinary people.
Clearly, the people walking here now were no ordinary people—Gongsun Wuwo, and... Gong Fanxing.
"Fortunately, this area hasn't changed much." Gongsun Wuwo looked around and sighed. "I never imagined five hundred years would pass in the blink of an eye. I remember there used to be a huge tree here."
Gong Fanxing rolled her eyes at the burly man. "This isn't the time for you to wax sentimental... The Venerable One's aura is faint and intermittent. Why has it weakened so much over these several centuries?"
"We're here." Gongsun Wuwo frowned and suddenly stopped, looking up.
Within the dense fog stood an ancient mansion. The plaque above its gate bore the words "Song Manor"... the ancestral home of the Song Family!
The two of them broke through the door and went straight to an ancient well in the abandoned rear courtyard of the Song Family's ancestral home.
Before descending into the well, Gongsun Wuwo frowned. "Someone should have lived here for a while not long ago."
"The house seems to have been renovated." Gong Fanxing quickly said, "The Venerable One's descendants may have returned... But judging by the state of this fog, they probably fled to avoid the disaster."
Gongsun Wuwo nodded, then jumped into the ancient well first, followed by Gong Fanxing. The two soon landed at the bottom.
They activated the mechanism inside the well, illuminating the surroundings, and moved through the ancient well with unusual familiarity... As