The language used by the elder in the house turned out to be that of Huaxia, although the intonations were strange, and many of the word pronunciations were not standard, Suming could barely understand.
As he lifted the door curtain, the heat wave hit him even before he stepped into the house, causing Suming to involuntarily frown.
On such a hot day, this relatively small wooden house was already quite stuffy, yet at this moment, in the middle of the house on the ground, a bonfire was lit, turning the whole house into a giant steamer.
An old man dressed in white, his face surrounded by wrinkles, sat beside the bonfire, seemingly unaffected, and extending his withered hand, he beckoned Suming over.
Suming, with a brave face, walked into the house, followed by Ludmila, who also frowned.
