"What's there?!"
Before they could see clearly, they had their bows drawn.
"Chen Ergou, it's me!"
Gong Qun hurried to call out to stop them.
"Is that, Lord Gong?"
One skinny Han man quickly restrained his companion's bow, "Don't move rashly, this is Lord Gong, who helped our village before."
"Lord, why are you entering the mountain at midnight?"
"The way was delayed, where's Daoist Yun?"
"He's gone to the mountains to gather herbs, hasn't been back for several days. You're going to Village Chief Zhou's house, right? I can show you the way."
"No need, things haven't been peaceful lately, so watch carefully. How can you dare to drink while guarding the village? Completely irresponsible!"
"As you say, Lord, but who would come to our remote and desolate place..."
After exchanging pleasantries, Gong Qun continued on his way with the group.
Li Yan glanced back, frowning slightly.
Was it an illusion, or did he actually hear an aged sigh coming from the ancestral temple?
