After Xuan Xu fell into the abyss, he closed his eyes.
He wasn't panicked or scared, because this was his home. Back then, he and his comrades were mere terracotta warriors offered for sacrifice. It was Qi Yun who awakened them and brought them out of there.
Their feelings towards this place are complex. It's their home, but it also brought them immense darkness.
They were trapped here for hundreds of years, and throughout those years, they've always been conscious, meaning they spent centuries in endless solitude.
So, upon returning here, Xuan Xu's feelings were truly complicated.
He took a deep breath of air, then slowly moved inside.
"Squeak... squeak..."
The bats flew up. Seeing this visitor, they instinctively wanted to get close, perhaps considering them to be fellow creatures of this place.
Xuan Xu reached out, catching a bat that had flown down, and smiled faintly, "Two people came here before, right?"
"Squeak squeak!"
"Have they left?"
"Squeak! Squeak squeak!"
