"Is that so?"
Chen Yan merely replied indifferently.
There was a traitor in Willow River Village.
Chen Yan had long known this to be true. After all, he was now a cultivator of the Divine Ability Realm; within several thousand li, not even the slightest rustle of wind or grass could escape his perception.
Naturally, that included everything done by anyone in the village.
This time, although the incident in the village had not involved the traitor's direct participation, there had definitely been acquiescence, perhaps even concealment and cooperation.
"Master told me not to tell anyone about this, afraid it would cause unnecessary unrest in the village..."
As she spoke, Liu Fanyue lowered her voice.
"But..."
The young girl looked as though she wanted to speak but held herself back.
"But what?"
Chen Yan asked calmly.
Chen Yan currently looked no more than a fifteen-year-old youth.
Liu Fanyue was fifteen as well.
"I think I should tell you, because I don't want anything to happen to you too..."
As she spoke, Liu Fanyue shifted her gaze toward the children's corpses beneath the old locust tree.
"Be very careful."
Chen Yan fell silent for a moment before speaking again.
"Thank you."
The surrounding crowd continued whispering among themselves, discussing the matter in hushed voices.
Until a bearded middle-aged man in a brown robe appeared before the crowd.
He Wei—this was the middle-aged man's name.
Like Shen Yunshen, He Wei was also a cultivator of the Qi Condensation Realm.
He was also one of the pillars of Willow River Village today.
In this era, when Yin Ji had yet to become a saint, much less when Heavenly Monarch Qingluo had erected the Great Dao Boundary Stele, Daoist robes did not even exist in this world.
Just like Shen Yunshen and He Wei,