Gong!
Gong!
Gong!
A gong sounded, breaking the silence of the night.
All the threats were defeated at the three points.
The villagers celebrated and swarmed around Ho Ming and Zhang Xi.
When they saw those from the path leading to the mountains come back, they were curious that Lin Fan was nowhere to be seen.
"Where is the other young man?"
Some of them asked.
Worried that the worst had befallen Lin Fan.
They turned, looked at Ho Ming and Zhang Xi, feeling guilty that they might have caused their friend to perish.
"What are you thinking? The young man went on to finish off the Yi Tribe's village head."
The middle-aged man shook his head.
After what they'd witnessed from Lin Fan, these other villagers were worrying over nothing.
Just as he had earlier.
Lin Fan being so young could be deceiving.
