The hunter Zhang's low growl sent a shiver through everyone's hearts.
People warily observed their neighbors and feared that someone's wrongdoing, kept secret, would bring misery to them all. They looked at each other, watchful and suspicious, yet not a single person produced any item.
"I didn't take it."
"Neither did I."
"Me neither..."
...
Nobody took it?
Hunter Zhang's face darkened like charcoal, ominously grim, "If none of you took these things, how did we invite this mess?"
In Between Cliffs Mountain, wild creatures roamed in droves, and Spirit Grass was plentiful. The rule handed down by Peng Village was clear: hunting the wild creatures of Between Cliffs Mountain was permissible, but plucking the Ganoderma Immortal Herb was not. As for why, the ancestors didn't specify—but the rule had been passed down just so.
Yet, surely the villagers really hadn't taken anything! So who was to blame?
