Song Jian, holding Li Ke'er's hand, felt safer as they moved further from the black fog behind them. However, unbeknownst to him, in his wake was a golden eye over ten meters wide, relentlessly staring at his back.
Entering the small grove, Song Jian heaved a sigh of relief, feeling significantly calmer as though he had just escaped from a beast's lair.
"Little Cheap Brother, shall we continue to gather stones and wood?" asked Li Ke'er.
Song Jian glanced at the sun sinking rapidly in the west; night was approaching. Although the grove seemed safe and devoid of any creatures, a sense of unease gnawed at him. He had an odd feeling that something bad would happen in the grove at night.
"We should head back first, there's no rush," Song Jian suggested after some thought.
Li Ke'er obediently nodded and held onto Song Jian's hand as they headed back towards the city together.
