Those little wooden cabins looked close enough from a distance, but it took Yang Qing and the others a full incense stick's worth of time to reach them.
They had thought they might find some different clues inside, but after inspecting every cabin from top to bottom, inside and out, Yang Qing realized he seemed to have been wrong again.
The cabins were spacious, yet there was not a trace of anyone having lived there.
Although there were tables, stools, and other furnishings inside, they were covered in a thick layer of dust.
As soon as the group entered, the breeze stirred up by their footsteps sent all that dust drifting into the air.
"How could this be? If no one ever lived here, why would these cabins be here?"
Yao Zhuang was the first to voice his disbelief at everything before his eyes.
He had thought that once they broke the illusion formation, he would find some clues about his wife.
Unfortunately, there was nothing.
Even if he turned these cabins upside down, he would not find a single useful thing.
Seeing Yao Zhuang beginning to descend into madness, Yang Qing stepped forward and gave him a heavy slap on the back.
"Mr. Yao, sometimes what is there is there, and what is not simply is not. Why force it?"
"Even if the clues you seek aren't here, they may well turn up somewhere else."
That forceful slap from Yang Qing brought a little clarity back to the red-eyed Yao Zhuang.
He murmured to himself, "You're right. I should learn to let go."
With that, he walked out of the cabin, looking utterly lost.
Yang Qing, Bu Er, and the others followed him outside.
But when Yang Qing took one final look back at the little cabins, his eyes