The next morning, they faced the rising sun.
All the elderly people of Cave Mountain gathered at the entrance of the stronghold. Since they were arranged by age, Old Cripple Granny stood at the very front.
Her white hair was tightly wrapped in a gray headscarf. Without any teeth, her mouth looked especially sunken.
Facing the scorching wind, Old Cripple Granny felt an endless sorrow in her heart.
Beside her, Grandpa Mula and the other elders were all brimming with enthusiasm, filled with the fighting spirit of an old man suddenly possessed by youthful madness.
But Old Cripple Granny had simply been forced into it.
She only wanted to boil medicine. Why did an old woman who boiled medicine have to train with everyone else?
Her herbs weren't going to become spirits!
She couldn't figure it out. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't figure it out.
But before she could, Ah Hua had already stepped forward and gently advised, "Old Cripple Granny, I couldn't do anything about it either. But now the debtor has given the order. Everyone in the stronghold over fifty has to gather for training. Please don't blame me. Look, even the chief has to come along."
She pointed behind her at Nabar.
Now Cave Mountain had one chief and one debtor.
The one in front merely bore the title. No one dared provoke the one behind him.
After saying that, she tied a rope around Old Cripple Granny and blew her whistle.
"Ready~"
The sharp whistle split the sky. The people beside her hobbled off one after another. Grandpa Mula no longer had either of his legs, but that didn't stop his two crutches from racing ahead.
To gain an early advantage, he had even modified his crutches into stilts the day before. Every