Although the house is sealed all around, there is still a space at the top similar to a skylight for ventilation, preventing them from suffocating due to lack of oxygen in the sealed house.
Qingyang Taoist finished eating the wild fruit he had and felt not quite full, just slightly padded his stomach to ease the burning sensation of stomach acid.
He glanced at the crowd by the fire nearby, just as Sister Lan was also watching him.
Their eyes met, and Qingyang nodded politely, but Sister Lan felt inexplicably guilty and nodded back.
Qingyang then closed his eyes, perked up his ears, and rested in a faux sleep state.
The people by the fire nearby were chatting quietly.
"Do you think what that Taoist just said is true?"
"I don't know, who knows, but did you see the sword in his hand? It seems to be of good quality, should we....."
"Don't mess around, he dares to roam around Doomsday alone, he must have some skills, might be tough."
