As the villagers buried the bodies,
the righteous, awe-inspiring expression on Li Changxi's face vanished, replaced by his usual look.
"Let's go. We head into the mountains immediately. In time, these people will automatically forget what happened here. They won't cause us any trouble."
Han Ning glanced at the pitiful little girl, then turned and left the house.
The three outsiders who had been watching had disappeared at some point.
The two didn't linger. They retrieved their luggage from the old woman's house and set off west, traveling without pause along a narrow mountain path.
After easily covering more than ten li of gentle terrain, a great, sprawling mountain range stretched out before them, descending into the distance.
Li Changxi, who was leading the way, reminded him, "We're about to enter the mountains."
"Let me tell you about the dangers we might face."
Han Ning gazed at the pitch-black mountain forest in the distance. "I'm all ears."
