The crowd's perspective followed Xiongxiong Yue'Er to a low mud house.
"Master, this is my elder's home."
"I'll knock and ask if he's home..."
With that, Xiongxiong Yue'Er knocked on the door hard and called out: "Sixth Uncle, are you home?"
"It's Yue'Er. I've invited a master who can help you find your son!"
She knocked for a long time, but no one answered.
Just as she was about to turn away in frustration, the door creaked open.
A gray-haired, wrinkled old man in ragged clothes peered out from inside.
"Sixth Uncle, it's Yue'Er!"
"I told you before, I'm here to help you find your son, do you remember?"
Xiongxiong Yue'Er said with a smile.
"Remember! I remember!"
The old man nodded repeatedly.
The skin exposed was covered in dust and grime, as if he hadn't bathed in ages.
When he smiled, he revealed gums with hardly any good teeth left.
The spectators felt an overwhelming compassion as they witnessed this scene.
