"Creak," the wooden door opened, and a small figure emerged.
It was a child of only eight or nine years old, with a timid expression and large eyes that revealed a trace of fear as he looked at Qin Yang and the others.
"Do not frighten him."
Bi Luoyue's eyebrows turned cold as she glared at White Crane, who had just made a sound.
"Ah woo, ah woo..."
The child opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but the only sounds he produced were "ah woo, ah woo." It was clear that this child was mute.
White Crane's old face turned awkward. He had thought it was someone guarding Bi Luoyue, not expecting a mute child in the wooden hut. Otherwise, with his status as a Profound Tier expert, he naturally wouldn't frighten a child.
"Child, don't be afraid, come over."
Bi Luoyue's voice carried a hint of gentleness as she waved at the child.
