Whoosh, whoosh!
In an instant, several streaks of light shot across the sky above Three-Water Hollow.
"Immortals!"
The big-eyed girl said that lately, they could always see flashes of light streaking across the horizon, sometimes accompanied by raging winds, torrential rain, thunder, and flames.
These children had long since grown used to it.
"Immortals fighting... What a pity. Why couldn't a few of them die, so they could fall nearby and let me pick over their corpses..."
The half-grown boy spoke regretfully, only to receive a blow to the forehead the next moment.
Smack!
"Picking over corpses? A dying immortal could blow one breath and you'd be dead!"
A scolding voice came from behind them. Both the girl and the big-eyed child cried out in delight, "Brother Jingchun?"
"Mhm. Got lucky and caught a field mouse..."
A young man in rough hemp clothes appeared at the ancestral hall's entrance, carrying a rather scrawny field mouse in his hand.
At the sight of it, both the girl and the boy swallowed hard.
Fang Jingchun looked seventeen or eighteen. He was thin, and the burdens he had borne too early in life had even bent his back somewhat.
The little ones happily skinned and gutted the field mouse, preparing to cook a pot of meat soup.
Roasted field mouse was tasty, but there was hardly any meat on it. How could they waste it like that?
"Huh? Who are you?"
The half-grown boy had been about to gather firewood when he discovered a young man in blue standing inside the dilapidated ancestral hall.
One look at his smooth skin and vigorous bearing told them he was a pampered young master, and the boy immediately became wary.
"Me?"
Fang Qing smiled without answering. Instead, he thoughtfully surveyed the broken walls and ruins before