"This is the grave!"
Jiang Xiaobai gave it little thought. Carrying Chu Qingci, he went around behind the Wooden House and soon reached a gravestone.
Weeds had overgrown the area around it, and the burial mound looked somewhat sunken.
After Jiang Xiaobai set Chu Qingci down, Chu Qingci approached the gravestone and examined it closely.
Unfortunately, wind and rain had long since eroded the inscription. All that remained visible were shallow grooves.
Chu Qingci raised a hand and gently traced them, trying to find some clue in those marks, but ultimately shook his head.
He had originally hoped to learn the identity of the Wooden House's owner here.
Now it seemed... he had expected too much!
Jiang Xiaobai noticed the disappointment on Chu Qingci's face but asked no questions. Instead, he stepped up to the gravestone and cupped his hands in respect.
After all, they would be borrowing the deceased's Wooden House for a while.
After paying his respects, Jiang Xiaobai picked Chu Qingci up again and returned to the Wooden House.
"Master, rest for now. I'll tidy this place up!"
After setting Chu Qingci down to one side, Jiang Xiaobai rolled up his sleeves and got to work.
He first swept away the dust inside, then cleaned the wooden bed.
He set aside anything still usable and carried everything rotten outside.
Chu Qingci sat there watching Jiang Xiaobai bustle back and forth, rising several times to help.
But every time he stood up, Jiang Xiaobai pressed him back into his seat.
Chu Qingci looked thoroughly awkward about it.
The truth was...
His condition was no longer all that bad.
Yet as he watched Jiang Xiaobai busy himself, he did not know how to bring it up.
After all, Jiang Xiaobai had been carrying him the entire time.
If he