Those people stopped about ten meters in front of Zhao Hai. One of the old men with a bow and arrow looked at the soul on Zhao Hai's head and his expression relaxed. He cupped his fists at Zhao Hai and said, " "May I ask why this great botanist has come to the small village? Do you have any orders?"
Zhao Hai cupped his fists at the old man and said, " please, old man. I'm a travelling botanist. I've been observing the plants in the forest for the past few days, but I got lost and ran here. I just want to stay in the village for a while, find some food, and ask where this place is. I don't mean anything else. &Quot;
