The young man gazed into the deepest part of the row of houses, from where the mournful cries were coming.
Hearing the sound of the door beside him opening, An Mingji turned his head, looking gently at Gu Jin: "Ah Jin, were you woken up as well?"
"With such a racket, it's hard not to be." Gu Jin replied helplessly.
Perhaps for ordinary people, even from such a distance, the sound would not reach their ears.
She and Xiao An, however, were cultivators, even having surpassed Foundation Establishment.
Any movements around them could easily be heard by them.
An Mingji approached Gu Jin, attentively adjusting the cloak on her: "The night wind is strong, be careful not to catch a cold."
Gu Jin nodded and asked him: "Who's locked up there?"
To make such mournful noises, clearly someone Qiu Qianghai loathes to the bone.
She could faintly hear Qiu Qianghai's questioning voice, laced with resentment.
An Mingji actually knew who was locked up there.
