It was a small village with pastures and farmlands in its vicinity. A less than half-mile long dirt road ran across it from the center, on both sides of which were some shabbily built log cabins and thatched cottages. And, those were the only buildings in the village. Peering through the emptied space between the houses, there were also some homes and storehouses loosely built across the pastures and farmlands. But, the heart of the village was the two rows of buildings along the dirt road.
Wu Qi walked on the muddy road as he followed behind Yan Bugui.
Previously, when he was walking slowly along the main road by himself, he never paid any attention to the wind blowing around him, and the rain showering down from above. No matter it was a puddle of filthy water or a patch of muddy road, cow dung, or dogsh*t, he had always stepped through them. But now, he actually noticed the mud on the dirt road, and he did not feel good to walk barefoot on it.
