At the evening feast, Jiang Ping An did not eat much.
He merely symbolically sampled some roasted meat warmly offered by the villagers, then rose to temporarily bid them farewell, telling them he would return tomorrow morning.
The main reason he left was that he had noticed that while the villagers were enthusiastic in his presence, they always seemed somewhat restrained and unable to relax, affecting everyone's lighthearted mood.
Sure enough, not long after he left the village, livelier chatter faintly drifted from behind him.
"Da He, Da He, tell us quickly—how did you do that? You actually condensed a blade out of thin air!"
"Da He, you're of age now. My daughter is hardworking and sweet-tempered. How about making her your wife?"
"Da He..."
Shi Da He was surrounded by the crowd, becoming the brightest focus in the entire village.
For someone who had always been regarded as "simple-minded," this sudden attention and recognition was likely an unprecedented experience.
Shi Da He scratched his head and kept grinning foolishly, not knowing what to say.
He had never imagined that when he had simply acted out of pure kindness and given that white-haired elder brother with amnesia a medicinal herb, it would bring about such a chain of wondrous changes.
Not only had it given the entire village enough food to survive the dry season, but it had also allowed him to learn miraculous abilities and earn everyone's recognition.
His heart was filled with indescribable gratitude toward Jiang Ping An, who had brought about all these changes.
Early the next morning, as the sun rose, Jiang Ping An appeared at the village entrance.
Shi Da He had already been waiting there for some time.
He had changed into a relatively clean set of beast-hide clothes. A bulging beast-hide pack was