Before the howl subsided, similar howls sounded from different parts of the Great Swamp. They echoed endlessly.
Du Heng listened for a while, and the smile on his face disappeared unconsciously.
After the dark Blackmarsh Wilderness quietened down, the middle-aged man—who called himself an antiquarian and historian—looked back at Jiang Baimian, Shang Jianyao, and the others.
"The situation over there is a little more troublesome than I imagined. It seems like I have to rush through the night." As Du Heng spoke, he stood up.
Jiang Baimian didn't stop him and said politely, "Be careful."
Du Heng laughed and didn't respond directly. Before bidding farewell, he casually said, "Young lady, the literal meaning of your name, white cotton, always reminds me of the past. Back then, there were many cotton fields near my hometown. Every season or a little later, I would see countless small clouds landing on the ground. It was a beautiful scene."
