"You may call me Ye Lin."
"Ye Lin. A fine name. Honored guest, you said earlier that you were once from Stone Village?"
The Martial King pondered for a moment, then looked up and asked again.
"Yes. I was once one of this village's people too, but something happened in between. Once I left, I never returned."
Ye Lin's face was filled with emotion.
"I see. Judging by your appearance, honored guest, it seems you have been gone for a very long time."
The Martial King laughed heartily, then followed alongside Ye Lin.
"Hasn't your village been rebuilt?"
Ye Lin turned his head, his face full of confusion.
After all these years, the village's layout was still the same, with practically no major changes. That was simply too incredible.
"Of course it has been rebuilt. But no matter how we build it, it always remains in this exact form."
"We also wanted to build a city, so it would be safer. But no matter how we tried, we simply could not build the city in our hearts."
"Anyway, it's very strange."
"After trying again and again, we could only give up and make further repairs on this foundation."
Listening to him, Ye Lin smiled faintly.
Heavenly Dao had been quite thoughtful.
"Honored guest, this is our Ancestral Land. The spirit tablets of every generation of Stone Village's village chiefs are placed here."
Before they knew it, the two had arrived before a rather imposing-looking room.
The instant they stepped inside, the scent of burning incense rushed at them.
Looking up, Ye Lin saw that the wall before them had been completely hollowed out, filled with densely packed wooden tablets.
"These are the spirit tablets of every generation of Stone Village's village chiefs. There are more than ten thousand of them."