"Chu Jing! Have you no conscience?! Was your heart eaten by a beast?! When you and Nan Yang were wandering the streets, which tribe was willing to take you in? If it weren't for my kind Nannan taking you in, would you even be alive today?! Tell me! Would you?!"
Chu Jing gave him a lazy glance, her eyes full of scorn.
'If I hadn't read the original story and inherited the previous owner's childhood memories, I might have actually been fooled by this old man.'
"Is that really how it happened?"
she asked slowly.
As her voice fell, vines silently began to grow behind her, emerging from the cracks in the cave wall.
They wove together, layer upon layer, quickly sealing the cave entrance.
The cave was plunged into darkness, lit only by the faint, eerie green glow of fluorite on the walls.
The old chieftain watched this unfold, his heart tightening. His panicked eyes darted around the cave.
'Impossible…'
'No one knows about that!'
'Absolutely no one!'
