Seeing the radiant expressions of the crowd, Han Yan felt a warmth in her heart. Although their strength was not remarkable, the entire clan—hundreds of men, women, and children—boasted the talent equivalent to that of Beginner Swordsmen. For a village like this, it was already quite fearsome.
Even if the Blood Wind Thieves staged a comeback, Mu Family Village would be capable of putting up a fight. Even if they couldn't win in the end, they could retreat with composure, and survive well even in the wilderness.
"Lord Sacrificial Officer, there's some spring water left here; take it with you." Han Yan handed the waterskin to Ye Yi'an.
"That's not right, you should keep it yourself." Ye Yi'an declined.
"It's useless for me; there are still some children in the village who will need it when they grow up." Han Yan said. Since keeping it would be a waste for her, she might as well give it to the Mu clan, so as not to waste their kindness in taking her in.
