Xiang Liang carried the old woman on his back and held the little girl in his arms as he silently ran toward the outskirts of Zi Family Village.
"Mountain Lord... why are you angry? Why are you angry?" The old woman lay on Xiang Liang's back, still barely conscious, tears streaming down her wrinkled face as she lamented.
Xiang Liang gritted his teeth. He could already see the place where these homeless villagers had been temporarily settled.
"Damn it. Why did such a disaster happen here?" Xiang Liang quickened his pace again. He could feel the old woman on his back growing weaker and weaker, while the little girl in his arms was getting hotter, feverish.
"Pang Mountain knows no disasters. If disaster comes, it can only mean the Mountain Lord is angry." The old woman's voice was faint, as though answering Xiang Liang's question.
"Ma'am, don't talk for now. I'll get you somewhere out of the rain first," Xiang Liang comforted her.
"The Mountain Lord is benevolent. How could he be so enraged? The Mountain Lord is benevolent. How could he be so enraged?" the old woman murmured over and over.
Xiang Liang gave no further answer and only silently picked up speed.
Once he got back, he needed to contact the prefect of Kuaiji immediately. The situation here could not be delayed any longer.
"It's getting dark." Xiang An looked up at the sky as rainwater streamed down his face and dripped onto the ground.
His clothes had soaked up the rain and become incomparably heavy.
Xiang Yu frowned slightly. "It's here."
The Mountain Lord's steps on the ground were soft and soundless, but its presence carried over.
Yet two streaks of light flew over from behind the Mountain Lord and landed in the hands of the Xiang