The old lady was indeed very familiar with this place.
Not only did she take a nearly flawless route without waste, but even the room with the light on, heavily concealed, was hard for ordinary folks to notice.
In her numerous nocturnal wanderings, she must have seen this more than once and had a clear understanding.
As for the reason she took the initiative to light the lamp, it was quite simple—as they neared the destination, she clearly didn't plan to accompany him further and offered him an illuminating tool before leaving.
Very considerate, but unfortunately, in doing so, it seems he startled her a bit.
"Are you injured?"
The old lady turned her head, constantly looking him up and down, and finally exclaimed.
Oh?
Faced with the attention the old lady paid not to his face but to his multiple wounds, Fu Qian felt a touch of surprise.
"It's nothing, just minor injuries."
He waved his hand, indicating it was nothing to worry about.
