Shen Yanxiao arrived at the village entrance after about an hour's walk.
The small village had many tiny houses that nestled next to each other. With dark mottled walls and roofs made of stacks of straws, the houses appeared to be shabby and crude.
Some cheerful villagers in short-sleeve shirts walked past the entrance with hoes on their shoulders.
Shen Yanxiao squinted her eyes. She could finally understand why Du Lang did not have any suspicions when he was in the village. Everything about it indicated poverty and simplicity, no matter how one observed the village.
Suddenly, the villagers saw Shen Yanxiao and Vermillion Bird at the entrance. With a kind expression on their faces, the villagers stepped toward her with a kin smile. "Little friends, what are you two doing here? Are you lost? Our village is in the middle of nowhere. You must be exhausted."
