He furrowed his brow, trying to pinpoint the source of his discomfort. And then it hit him - a sudden thought that seemed to come out of nowhere.
As he had been walking into the cave earlier, he distinctly remembered hearing the sound of dripping water. But now that he had reached the end of the cave, he had not heard the sound again. Nor had he seen any water or the source of the dripping water sound. It was as if the sound had vanished into thin air.
Zhong Peng could feel his unease deepening as he realized the significance of this. He had been so preoccupied with the golden cocoon earlier that he had completely forgotten about the sound.
But now, with nothing to distract him, his mind went back to it again. He couldn't help but wonder what it could mean.
