C358 The concealed secrets of the towers

In the dimly lit room, an oil lamp was swaying in the wind.

Village Chief Wu was sitting on a bamboo chair. He lowered his eyes and stuffed the dry grass smoke into his pipe. The pipe was lit up near the oil lamp with a sizzling sound.

The old man inhaled and looked at the flickering light on the other side of the pipe. His vision was somewhat blurry.

As the darkness faded before his eyes