"Show me the way," Mo Yixuan said.
Wang Zhi walked ahead. He was carrying a torch and the light from his handheld torch was very bright.
Mo Yixuan followed behind him. They walked very slowly and he grew more confused as they drew closer to the house that Wang Zhi had pointed out.
They arrived at the house 10 minutes later. It was a mud house and although the walls have been painted white, it was obvious that it had been a while since this house was constructed, especially when he saw the wooden door and the tall threshold in front of the door.
Mo Yixuan had only seen such houses on television or as historical residences of famous people.
"Go knock on the door," Mo Yixuan sent Wang Zhi ahead with a wave of his hand.
