บท 691: Chapter 294_2

But as he stepped outside, he suddenly lowered his head and stared at the withered vine on the ground, halting in his tracks.

....Ah, right, isn't this the peach vine?

Pei Ye remembered this type of vine from Xin Cang was not rare; it withered annually, its vine tough, and as long as some parts were exposed to sunlight, it would produce a kind of crisp and sweet round fruit near its roots on the ground.

Nobody must have harvested the ones in this cave.

Pei Ye turned back inside, smiled at the woman's mildly surprised gaze, and disappeared directly into the darkness leading further in.