Xu Shanshan looked up at the dilapidated ceiling. "Should we still go up?"
"Let's go up and take a look." Several people nodded falteringly.
When everyone headed for the stairs, only Ah-Jin, the middle-aged body cultivator, stayed rooted to his spot and unblinkingly stared at the bamboo ball.
'This is… this is the bamboo ball that I personally made for my two children last time before I left again.'
'The children!' Ah-Jin looked up excitedly at the hole-ridden ceiling.
"Ah-Jin, what are you doing?" Xu Shanshan turned around and looked at him with a frown.
Daydreaming at a time like this, did he want to die?
Ah-Jin recovered his wits and suddenly bent down to pick up the bamboo ball. Then, he clamorously charged up the stairs.
"Ah-Jin!" Yang Shu, the young mystic cultivator, looked after Ah-Jin with astonishment.
