The journey was bumpy, but Xia Ningxing and the others were filled with anticipation, excitement, and joy.
Tuanzi had finally been found!
They would be able to bring Tuanzi back home very soon!
How could they not be thrilled!
Two days later, Xia Ningxing and her group finally arrived at the small, wealthy village at the foot of Dagou Mountain, covered in dust and grime.
The village was clearly even more backward than Peach Blossom Village, with mud-plastered houses that were dilapidated and leaking roofs. Some dwellings were simply thatched huts that would shake perilously in the strong winds, as if they could collapse at any moment.
The surrounding mountains were scarred with the digging of wild vegetables, even the poplar trees were bare because their bark had been stripped away to alleviate hunger.
The narrow, muddy roads were filled with pits, making it impossible for vehicles to pass through.
