Small Mountain Village.
Night had fallen, and the feast was already underway.
All kinds of delicacies had been prepared.
After so long without tasting Li Fan's cooking, Su Baiqian was deeply moved.
Wu Dade was fighting with the Black Dog over the bones, grumbling as he suggested that Li Fan make dog-meat hotpot.
Second Uncle, Uncle Wu, and the others were all drinking.
After the feast ended, the villagers gathered to roast the Great Bird. Beside the bonfire, everyone toasted one another amid the clinking of cups and exchanged chips.
Tonight, Li Fan finally did not have to seek out Second Uncle, Uncle Zhang, and the others to compete in drinking and get them drunk.
After all, both lamps had been brought back by his own disciples and had never passed through the villagers' hands. That let Li Fan rest easy.
Holding Little White in one arm and feeding her tasty morsels, Li Fan drank a little wine with everyone.
"Ah... What a shame that the Shamanic Dancer never came back. According to what he said back then, if we did as he instructed, our village would undergo a tremendous change..."
As he drank, Second Uncle sighed with emotion, clearly filled with memories of the Shamanic Dancer.
"What tremendous change?"
Li Fan asked with a smile.
Second Uncle took a sip of aged wine and spoke heavily:
"Either we'll enjoy peace forever, or our village... will be wiped out."
"Not a single person will survive. The village will be ruined and the people scattered, and every blade of grass and every tree will die."
Upon hearing this, Li Fan merely smiled and said:
"Don't worry, Second Uncle. That won't happen."
"With me here."
Second Uncle gave a bleak smile as well and shook his head.
"Nothing the Shamanic Dancer said