"Seal the mountain!"
The same voice reverberated throughout multiple villages.
More than a hundred families assembled in the main square of the Northern Mountain Village, led by Village Elder Zhang Yangping. There were over a hundred armored soldiers standing in front.
Fang Houde and Qin Xuelian were amongst the crowd. Every villager was lost and helpless.
"Commander sir, you can't seal the mountain. What are we going to eat if you seal the mountain?" Zhang Yangping pleaded with the commander.
"You're the village elder of the Northern Mountain Village?" The commander looked at Zhang Yangping.
"Yes sir, I am the village elder. Commander sir, all of us villagers hunt for a living. If you seal the mountain, we will be unable to hunt. Over a hundred families will lose their livelihood."
"I hear that you all have a Hall of Dao in the village?" The Commander ignored the pleas and posed a question of his own.
