Under the middle-aged man's guidance, Quill quickly arrived at the small village at the foot of the mountain.
It was a small village with only a dozen households. Leng Ruoxue and the others' arrival attracted almost everyone in the village. Dozens of eyes were looking at them curiously, but no one dared to approach.
"Stop surrounding us. They are my esteemed guests. Don't scare them," the middle-aged man said.
After hearing what the middle-aged man said, the surrounding villagers immediately left.
"Hehe, please don't mind. We rarely have outsiders here," the middle-aged man said apologetically.
"It's alright," Leng Ruoxue said nonchalantly with a light smile. Although it didn't feel good to be watched as a rare animal, she could see that the villagers were very simple, so she didn't care much. In addition, she found that those villagers were actually spiritualists. What was going on? Her heart was full of question marks!
