When I lived in the village before, I had discovered early on that nearly every family had a cellar. The cellars of Kaoshan Village were mainly for storing food, but the cellars in the desert served not only as storage for food and other essential supplies but also as a haven constructed for disaster. For instance, during sandstorms or tornadoes, when such natural disasters struck, living on the surface was very unsafe. But if one hid underground and waited for the storm to subside before emerging, not only was their personal safety ensured to a certain extent, but it was also possible to prevent financial loss to one’s home. Over time, this practice evolved into a fascinating phenomenon. Like the place where Liu Yi lived. The houses built upon the desert might have collapsed numerous times, and after each collapse, they would be rebuilt, but the cellars, or basements, remained relatively intact. Liang Haoming was also hidden by Liu Yi in one such basement. By the time Dong Huiying found Liang Haoming, she saw the man sleeping. She carefully checked his breathing. She sighed in relief. Then, she quickly took his pulse and conducted a thorough examination, finding that the man was merely asleep. She carried the man over her shoulder, tip-toed up the ladder out of the basement, to see Liu Yi half-leaning into Bazak’s embrace. Bazak was supporting Liu Yi, feeding her water. Liu Yi seemed uncomfortable with such intimacy with a man, looking quite uneasy, but when she saw Dong Huiying carrying Liang Haoming, she quickly adjusted her demeanor, not wanting to lose face before a young girl. However, in reality, she felt quite embarrassed, as she had been previously careless, leading to her defeat at the hands of the young girl in the practice of the Arts of Witch Gu. Within their group of Witch Gu Masters, there was an unwritten rule primarily about hair and eye color. Some people’s pupil colors were very typical, but when it came to hair color, dark purple indicated shallow practice, whereas light purple signified strength—the lighter the purple, the more powerful. Thus, she had underestimated Dong Huiying and ultimately became the latter’s defeated foe. "Who taught you?" Liu Yi asked. "I taught myself!" replied Dong Huiying. "Self-taught..." Liu Yi looked as if she’d swallowed a fly, her expression one of discomfort. The young girl honestly said, "When I discovered I was affected by Gu, I learned Gu Art on my own in order to unravel it. What’s wrong?" There was a problem, a big problem! Liu Yi wore a troubled look, knowing that the reason she had achieved her current status, intimidating others solely with the Arts of Witch Gu, was chiefly that since she was about eight or nine years old, she was taken by her master to Dajin. For the past twenty years, she had been practicing the Arts of Witch Gu almost daily for several hours to consolidate her skills. Was it true that you can die of envy, and that there’s always something better out there? Liu Yi felt incredibly bitter inside. She originally thought this young girl was like her, having learned from a young age, but who knew... There truly were geniuses in this world! "You came for the Mind-Bewitching Gu, and according to your story, this boy..." She pointed at the sleeping Liang Haoming and continued, "This boy’s elder brother had been affected by Gu. Although it was discovered in time and the Child Gu was removed using poison against poison, he lost his memory after waking up from several days of unconsciousness? Well, that’s actually quite easy to resolve." "But I have one condition!"