Hearing this, Zong Wangyue couldn't help but shake his head and smile as he said, "You actually believe such absurd things? This tradition merely tells the descendants not to recklessly cut down trees. Moreover, if the Mountain God is a deity, how could he get so confused as to be unable to tell the difference between people and trees?"
"You must not show disrespect to the Mountain God, otherwise you will be punished immediately," said a burly Han man as he walked over.
"Brother," Zhang Hua called out to the man with a smile.
"Hello, my name is Zhang Huai, and I am Zhang Hua's older brother."
"Nice to meet you, Boss," Zong Wangyue approached cheerfully, taking out a pack of military-supplied Zhonghua cigarettes from his pocket, and attempted to hand it to Zhang Huai.
Zhang Huai declined with a stern face, "Sorry, I don't smoke, and I also hope that you will abide by our mountain people's rules and absolutely not smoke in the mountains."
