Gong Jue swept his gaze across the room.
The simple thatched cottage and the clean and simple courtyard seemed to be slightly different from the previous houses.
There was even a faint medicinal fragrance floating in the air, similar to the fragrance of the Little Wild Cat and her mother.
Gong Jue hurriedly pushed the door open and entered. Surprisingly, he saw a young man who was cooking medicine!
The young man’s back was weak, and his hands were pale and bloodless. His back was facing Gong Jue, and he was adding firewood to the medicine stove.
Gong Jue had just raised the knife in his hand and was about to drop it.
The young man suddenly turned his head slowly..
The young man’s tired, sickly, but sharp and steady face appeared in front of Gong Jue.
A human face could be disguised, but a temperament could not be disguised!
Just like how people of Hefu could disguise themselves as honest villagers no matter how hard they tried.
