Qingshi Mountain, Wo Niu Ridge.
A village was gathered here, named Wo Niu Village. Looking across the entire Feng Kingdom, this place was considered exceedingly remote, utterly inconspicuous.
The little hill had been named after a huge boulder shaped like a crouching ox. For generations, the villagers living here had farmed the land. Without outside disturbances spilling over, it could even be called a paradise beyond the world.
At this moment, however, one household in the village was hurriedly packing up their valuables and luggage.
"Alas, of all times, bandits have to come attacking now, just when my daughter-in-law has gotten pregnant." An old man wore a bitter expression and sighed repeatedly.
Ever since a few days ago, rumors had spread that the bandits' iron hooves had already trampled into Qing Shi Town. Now, quite a few villagers in Wo Niu Village were hurriedly packing their belongings, preparing to flee the chaos of war.
"Da Niu, you must keep a close eye on your wife along the way. She carries the only continuation of our Li family line." The old man instructed him.
Just a few days ago, they had learned from the village chief of a secret passage leading south through the Feng Kingdom, one that could safely cross Little Cui Ridge. Only then had the family resolved to follow the others south to seek refuge.
The young man surnamed Li, Da Niu, looked honest and sturdy. He nodded and said, "Father, of course I know that. You should spend more effort comforting mother instead. Ever since you and the village chief set fire to the ripe fields yesterday, her expression hasn't been right."
For a woman who had farmed all her life, watching the fields she had painstakingly tended for an entire year finally ripen, only to be