Ordinary people could not live without their clan. Leaving the clan meant losing their source of food, and going to Yunhuang would be nothing but suicide.
"We'll go to the back mountain and bring all the food with us. We'll build a treehouse there and stay for a month!"
Yi Yun had already made up his mind. He could no longer show his face, and there was no way he could remain in the Lian Clan. The best option was to hide in the back mountain.
The back mountain was vast, and there were no medicinal herbs or anything else of value there. Normally, no one would go looking for anyone in that place.
"Go to the back mountain? But what will we do after we finish all our food? Where will we go then?"
"We won't finish it, so don't worry, Sister Xiaorou." Yi Yun smiled faintly. He had gotten so much meat from Old Man Su that it would be enough to last several months. Moreover, the Divine Kingdom Warrior selection would begin in just one month, so Yi Yun had nothing to worry about.
When the time came, he would settle every score that needed settling, clearly and thoroughly! Lian Chengyu, Zhao Tiezhu, Lian Cuihua—every person who had bullied them. He would not let a single one off!
Yi Yun brought Jiang Xiaorou along and packed up their belongings. In truth, it was only a sack of grain and a quilt and bedding in the inner room that had not been covered in cow dung. The remaining bowls and basins had all been buried beneath cow dung and could no longer be used.
"Hm? Someone's here."
Yi Yun hid himself. By the moonlight, he saw several figures quietly pushing open the courtyard gate and entering the yard,