The moment the villagers saw these men, they stopped in their tracks.
In those days, anyone who could ride a horse was not someone the villagers could trifle with, let alone those who presented themselves with such grandeur and momentum, unmistakably of an official background.
In an instant, the villagers who had been fierce towards Wei Ruo moments before became suddenly docile, even the village leader, Mr. Wang, donned a gentle smile, humbly.
He approached the man leading the group, bowing before the man's horse and respectfully asked, "Sir, this is Wang Village, may I ask where you are heading?"
The man at the lead was wearing a wide bamboo hat, his face obscured, yet his tall and upright stature and the mysterious aura from his black robe were unmistakable.
Ignoring Mr. Wang, he turned to Wei Ruo and asked, "Are you in any trouble?"
Hearing the hoarse voice, Wei Ruo recognized the man.
It was Zhu Zongyu, the man who had been living on her farm for over a month.
