"Young Master, you've come a long way. Are you tired?"
From the black shadow, an old woman slowly walked out.
She lowered her head and leaned on her walking stick. Her face could not be seen clearly. She held a green paper lantern in her hand.
When Jiang Li looked around again, the road that he could barely see at some point in time was covered in darkness. It was even to the extent that he was unable to see his hands clearly.
In such darkness, although the lantern was strange in color, it made people feel at ease for no reason.
"Young Master, don't blame me. It's easy to attract bad things by lighting fire on this mountain. I can only catch some fireflies and barely follow the path."
"The ground is uneven. You have to be careful."
When the old woman approached, through the thin layer of lantern paper, it could indeed be seen that there were more than ten soybean-sized fireflies lying inside.
