Before dusk that day, Zhang Chulan and the others arrived at Biyou Village. They brazenly entered the village and then met with its leader—the head of the new Interception Sect, Ma Xianhong—for secret negotiations.
What exactly the two of them discussed was something outsiders couldn't know for the time being. Annie didn't know, either.
That was because Annie simply didn't care about such things, nor did she want to. At the time, she was busy pestering a big sister named Fu Rong to make her all kinds of delicious food. Between delicious, elaborate dishes and negotiations between two weird uncles, she'd naturally chosen the former without a second thought.
Fortunately, no one knew how Zhang Chulan had managed to negotiate with Ma Xianhong, the head of the new Interception Sect, but in the end, he really did succeed. Then he and his group—including Baobao—settled right into Biyou Village, just as openly as Annie had.
The six of them stayed there for two whole days!
Now, it was their third day there. As the red sun slowly rose on the horizon, another bright, sunny morning dawned over Biyou Village.
The radiant, warm morning light gently spilled across the land, rousing it from slumber like a kindly elder. Golden rays streamed through the sparse clouds and fell over every corner of the village, coating its houses, fields, and trees in a faint golden glow.
Dew glistened in the morning light, and the air was filled with the fresh scent of soil, mingled with the faint fragrance of flowers and grasses drifting from the distant mountain forest. The Inhumans who'd risen early couldn't help taking a deep breath, savoring the beauty of nature.
The stream flowing through the village shimmered in the morning light. Its burbling waters played a gentle melody, adding a