Gonzalez City outskirts, inside a dilapidated warehouse.
"Cough…"
An elderly woman leaned on a walking stick, resting against the warehouse wall, softly coughing.
Her clothes were covered in dust and had become somewhat tattered.
"Granny, your injury is very serious."
Brysen Beaumont carried a plastic bag containing water and bread.
"Have you come down from the mountain?"
Granny Xihua took a handkerchief from her pocket and gently wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth.
"It's been a long time since I've encountered old acquaintances."
She looked outside the warehouse, which was surrounded by overgrown weeds.
"Granny, do you know that old person?" Brysen Beaumont unscrewed a bottle of water and handed it to Granny Xihua.
The two most renowned people of Thunderpeak Hall were slightly bedraggled at the moment.
Brysen Beaumont's vest was torn, and the butcher knife on his back was slightly deformed.
His complexion did not look good.
