Su Xirou fell silent, seemingly unwilling to answer the question.
Seeing this, Pei Ling immediately circulated his cultivation technique to the limit.
Su Xirou [207 characters harmonized] said, "When the knocking stops, go out and knock on the other cultivators' doors..."
Pei Ling froze, then immediately asked, "So I can go out now? I can open my eyes?"
Su Xirou said, "Yes..."
Hearing this, Pei Ling was just about to test it, but the next moment...
"Knock, knock, knock!"
The knocking sounded again, as if someone were rapping on a door—or knocking on a coffin.
Pei Ling frowned. He did not open his eyes, but instead gave Su Xirou a hard pinch.
"Ah..."
"Thud, thud, thud."
In the abandoned Post Station, blanketed in dust and thick with cobwebs, a pitch-black coffin shook incessantly.
...A long while later.
The knocking finally stopped.
Pei Ling was holding Su Xirou tightly. Seeing that it had ceased, he immediately stopped moving.
He opened his eyes. Before him was an extremely old bed canopy. Beyond it, the room was crude and dim, and dawn had yet to break. He lay alone on the bed; Su Xirou had vanished from his arms, and the coffin was gone too.
What had just happened seemed to have been nothing but a dream.
Pei Ling nodded slightly. The information Su Xirou had revealed to him was accurate!
He immediately got to his feet and headed for the door.
Pei Ling crept up behind it and cautiously extended his Spiritual Sense. Only after confirming that no one was outside did he carefully open the door.
"Creak."
A faint sound emerged. Before the cold wind outside could rush in, Pei Ling had already stepped out.
Beyond the door, darkness lay heavy. There was no light, and even with a cultivator's eyesight,