"Hahaha, it's been a long time! I was just about to check the cave to see if there's any danger," the Great Elder said, holding a black knife and pulling Qin Yiyi along. He didn't sit down, his entire body tensed and ready for battle.
He was like a wolf encountering a tiger.
The visitor outside the cave didn't look at him, sitting by the campfire with his hands near the flames to warm up.
This middle-aged man's hands were long, with knuckles carved as if with a knife, exuding an aura of bravery and strength for unknown reasons.
The other two visitors didn't sit down, standing behind him in silence.
The atmosphere in the cave was eerie; some people's eyes lit up when they saw him, others got excited, and some had expressions of reverence.
"Seeing old friends, why is your first reaction to run?" the middle-aged man laughed. "Old Man, this is not how your Fire Pit welcomes guests."
