The grass was a vibrant green, ancient trees strong and robust.
A light breeze fluttered between the rugged mountain rocks.
Unlike before, the air carried a moist, fishy odor.
Up ahead
Next to the brothers Lin Zhuang and Lin Chen Er, Old Man Lin furrowed his brow, staring intently forward with his hands clasped behind his back. His body was slightly hunched as he paced back and forth incessantly, resembling an old farmer worried about his crops.
Over the long years, Old Man Lin's appearance hadn't changed much, only acquiring a hint of world-weariness.
But now, that hint of age had turned into a solid mass of worry.
The Black Python Protector was genuinely a venerable elder of the village, even a senior to him by rank.
Although he was the head of the village, he was well aware that the status of the Black Python Protector was above his own.
Now that trouble had arisen, and with no sign of the adults in the village, how could he not be anxious?!
