It had taken only a few breaths for the White Robe Youth to slaughter all the men in black robes.
Silence!
A deathly silence!
After a long while, the elderly village chief suddenly dropped to his knees in the direction of the White Robe Youth and began banging his head loudly against the ground.
"Thank you, hero, for saving us! Thank you, hero, for saving us! If you hadn't arrived in time, our little fishing village would have been finished!" The village elder wept bitterly, his voice choked with sobs as he cried out.
"Thank you, hero!"
The other villagers also shuffled on their knees and prostrated themselves toward the White Robe Youth.
"Hero, you're the savior of our entire family!"
"Thank you, Young Hero! Thank you, Young Hero!"
"May I ask if Young Hero is married? My daughter is eighteen, and her maiden name is Chrysanthemum."
The White Robe Youth reached out and helped the village elder to his feet. "It was merely a little effort on my part. How could I let you perform such a grand ceremony, old sir?"
He then turned to the other villagers kneeling on the ground. "Get up, all of you. Those bandits are dead. You don't need to keep kneeling."
The village elder grasped the White Robe Youth's hand, his face filled with gratitude. "May I ask your great name? That way, every household in our little fishing village can set up a memorial tablet for you, pray to it every day, and bless you with a long life."
"You needn't be so courteous."
"Hero, please don't refuse us! You're the benefactor who saved the lives of hundreds of people throughout our little fishing village. We have no way to repay you. We can only accumulate a little good fortune for you."