This place was much gloomier than the mushroom house.
Perhaps because of the Divine Tree, the air carried the fresh scent of wood, and a green, firefly-like light flickered within the oil lamp.
The Little White Snake slithered around for a bit before heading into the storage room, where it carefully picked out a can of mandarin oranges.
Yu Zhizhi sat on a wooden chair and opened the copy of the Bright Moon Diary she carried with her. This place was exceptionally tranquil, as if nothing could ever disturb it.
She also didn't have to worry about being found by Lord Shen He.
However, they should be busy looking for people right now. 'I hope everything goes smoothly and that Tang Luo Ke, Buli, and the Sea Serpent Youth all return safely.'
Night fell.
The Little Octopus and the Little White Snake had both fallen asleep.
