Yang Binghong and Lin Xianjie came down from the hillside, but they were no longer as relaxed as before. One led and the other followed, their bodies slightly lowered as they sidestepped quietly along. Soon, they reached a spot where they could see the stilt house.
The stilt house was not large, though it looked much bigger than an ordinary shack. It had a distinctive beauty under the moonlight, but more importantly, warm firelight shone through its doors and windows. Someone was living inside!
"This is the place, right?"
"It should be."
"Should be?"
Yang Binghong looked at Lin Xianjie, who could not help scratching his head.
"My father hadn't even met my mother when he left this place. I wasn't around yet. Even if they brought me here in their arms later, I was too young to remember anything now. But the graves are here, and the location fits, so this should be it..."
Yang Binghong nodded. In that case, they probably had the right place.
"Big Brother, how about we go over and take a look?"
Lin Xianjie was intensely curious and eager to take a look, but Yang Binghong held him back.
"No hurry. Let's wait and see, or we could even wait until daybreak. If we rush over like this, we won't know whether they're friends or enemies. If they're resting at their ease, waiting for us to wear ourselves out and come to them, we'll be in danger! However hard this place is to find, hasn't someone already made it here?"
Convinced by Yang Binghong, Lin Xianjie looked around with him. They found a sturdy tree and leaped up into it using their lightness skills, then settled themselves briefly and took off their clothes to wring out the water.
Although the weather outside was sweltering,