When Lin Fan got back to Gui An village, the villagers jumped with joy.
"He is back."
"Thank the heavens he is unharmed."
"Come, let's get the feast started for our saviors."
They swarmed and pulled Lin Fan to a fire pit lit up brightly in front of the village head's house.
On top of the fire was a lamb, with its skin roasted to a crisp golden color.
And whenever the oil from the fats dripped onto the fire, it made the fire burn much brighter.
Ho Ming and Zhang Xi were already enjoying the roasted lamb when Lin Fan joined in.
"The Yi Tribe's village head has been taken care of.
"They won't be finding trouble with you for a very long time," Lin Fan said when he saw Old Heng approaching.
Old Heng was surprised it was done so quickly.
He bowed and said, "That's great news! Thank you so much. Do eat more and enjoy the feast."
Lin Fan nodded and tucked into the lamb meat placed in front of him.
