Zhiyan rose to her feet, freshened up briefly in the Qiankun Space, and then left the tent. Around her, everyone was anxious, rushing toward the same tent.
"What happened?" Zhiyan asked, pulling aside the woman from last night.
"Oh, little brother, you're awake. Sorry about that, our companion has had a bit of trouble, I'll come back to prepare breakfast for you later," the woman said, her face betraying her urgency, as if she were on the verge of tears but holding them back.
"Take me to see," Zhiyan said, her voice carrying a soothing strength.
"Come with me." The woman led the way, with Zhiyan following her into the crowded tent. Interspersed with bouts of severe coughing, every face was etched with seriousness, as they struggled to contain their sorrow; the atmosphere was suffocatingly tense.
"Excuse me, please make way." Her crisp voice carried through the air, and the crowd that had been frozen in place parted, making room for her.
