Chapter 615: In Darkness, a Heart Toward the Light
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Outside, the rain grew heavier. A leak in the roof allowed water to drip down. One droplet landed right on Qin Sang’s shoulder.
Mute Girl hurriedly reached out to shield him from the leak, helped him shift to a drier spot, then took a charred piece of wood from the fire pit and wrote on the ground. "When you first saw me, there was no disgust in your eyes."
Then, she looked up at Qin Sang. Under the firelight, her gaze shone with a clear and striking brightness.
Qin Sang watched as Mute Girl wrote. Her calligraphy was delicate and refined. Her grandmother had taught her how to read when she was still alive, and afterward, Mute Girl had often practiced alone in her spare time to keep her company in memory.
Qin Sang had never studied the language of this region, yet he recognized every character. It was identical to the written script used in the Small Cold Domain!
Even more strangely, he could fully understand the spoken language of the Thousand-Household Village locals. The only difference lay in the accent, which was just slightly distinct from that of the Small Cold Domain.
It was akin to the difference between standard Mandarin and regional dialects in his past life.
This realization startled Qin Sang.
In my previous life, even tiny regions had thousands of distinct languages. Yet in the vast and boundless immortal cultivation world, only one language seems to dominate? Am I still within the territory of the Small Cold Domain, and have not escaped from Dongyang Bo’s grasp?
Qin Sang, who had begun to relax somewhat, tensed up again. He sternly reminded Mute Girl not to let anyone else see him, lest word spread and his presence be exposed.
Up to now, the only ones who knew about the one-armed man were Mute Girl and the elderly witch doctor.