Although the past Lu Qibin described had reached its final stage, this entire stretch of history actually had little to do with him personally.
And the protagonist of this final stage was not Lu Qibin, who had let Li Yang go one night ten years ago, but Li Zhao of Lanke Village.
After Huo Xing died, a new group of refugees arrived in Lanke Village. Among them was a mother and son. The mother's surname was Huo, and she had taken her husband's surname, so naturally, the son was also surnamed Huo.
Were they Huo Xing's wife and son?
In the past as Lu Qibin understood it, there was no certainty. But he hoped they were...
Fifteen-year-old Li Zhao led the new batch of refugees into the village and arranged for them to stay in the dilapidated houses the original villagers had looked down on or abandoned.
The drought had long since passed, but the villagers' lives had not improved by much.
Fortunately—
There was a Li Zhao in the village.
She was not some cultivation genius.
It was not that her talent was inferior to Li Ming's, but rather that the circumstances did not allow it.
Because the village was so impoverished and there were so many refugees, Lanke Village was practically a village in name only. Even the Spirit Hall Branch in the nearby towns seemed to have forgotten it existed.
Thus, Li Zhao had not even awakened her martial soul, and there were countless people like her in Lanke Village.
In such circumstances, talent was irrelevant. There was not even a path to cultivation. Their only hope was to survive.
But why was Lanke Village fortunate to have Li Zhao?
Because she was the only literate person in the village, and she was good at thinking.