"All right, Er Gou, go start a fire so the villagers can dry their clothes."
The village chief quickly tended to the wound on his wrist, then began arranging for everyone to rest.
The flames flickered as the firewood burned, driving the chill from the villagers.
They were all rather thin, so there was plenty of room for them to sit around the fire.
Just then, one of the younger villagers suddenly asked, "Village chief, do you think the immortals will give me a chance to take the test when we pay tribute this time?"
"Forget it, Li Family Kid. Don't get your hopes up. We're just not fated for that." The village chief hadn't even replied before the farmer's wife sitting beside him spoke up.
It wasn't that she was being mean. She simply didn't want the young man to be too disappointed, so she was lowering his expectations in advance.
The Li-surnamed Deathmatch Participant didn't reveal anything. He merely put on a simple, honest act, scratched the back of his head, and said, "It can't hurt to try our luck."
Tap~ tap~ tap~
"Wait, look outside."
Someone happened to notice what was happening beyond the temple doors and said nervously, "Is that an immortal?"
His words immediately drew the villagers' attention, and they all turned to look.
Through the curtain of rain, they could see a tall, slender figure slowly approaching the dilapidated temple, looking utterly unhurried.
The dense autumn rain didn't touch him at all. Every drop that neared his head naturally slid away to either side, as if some invisible barrier hovered above him.
"Be Kind to Others?"
Lu Bai looked at the title floating inside the ruined temple and couldn't help laughing.
His own title, "Innocent Smile," was already weird enough. He hadn't expected another