Zhang Mingwei frowned thoughtfully.
He looked at Wang Xiaoshuai and said uncertainly, "Xiaoshuai, Uncle Zhang isn't quite sure how to explain this to you, the matter is quite mysterious."
"Once, Degui told me that Qingfeng Valley is our Wanmin Village's ancestral land, and the rules passed down from our ancestors forbid us to touch even a blade of grass or tree there."
"Whenever any natural or man-made disaster occurs outside, Qingfeng Valley becomes our last refuge in Wanmin Village."
"If anyone were to tamper with Qingfeng Valley, disaster would befall Wanmin Village!"
"What? There's such a legend?"
Wang Xiaoshuai, shocked, asked, "Then why did Brother Dashan go in and out of Qingfeng Valley, only to say that the scenery there was beautiful and that there were many medicinal herbs? He never mentioned anything special inside."
"But before his accident, he had just come out of Qingfeng Valley."
