"......."
Watching Ying Muyao's gaze, Bailuo's heart suddenly felt a stabbing pain.
"What's going on?"
Bailuo's head ached as he looked at the ashes floating past his eyes. It was at that moment that Ying Muyao's memories entered Bailuo's sight.
The Master of Miracles and the miracle were resonating...
The rustic wooden house was old, yet not dilapidated; the doors, windows, and items inside all showed the homeowner's care.
Unknown wildflowers covered the fence, and the courtyard was separated by a railing that kept chickens and ducks enclosed.
"Cluck cluck cluck, cluck cluck cluck."
A youth, holding a bamboo basket, carelessly scattered the chaff grains for feeding livestock, drawing a flurry of chickens and ducks around him, chaotic and noisy yet extraordinarily lively.
"Hey!"
As the rooster flapped, it startled the youth: "What are you doing, scaring me like that, go, go."
