Zhang Xiaohu followed a faint path down the mountain ridge, and Zhang Xiaohua emerged from a pile of chaotic rocks not far away.
Seeing the simple village ahead, Zhang Xiaohua couldn't help but feel admiration. He had been hiding underground as he followed Zhang Xiaohu, arriving at this mountain ridge before Zhang Xiaohu. Martial Uncle Zhou's explanation just now had reached his ears, clearing up his doubts.
