Since the villagers had decided to move, Village Chief Xie Sang came up to Mo Xie with a smile.
"Honored mage, we've decided to leave. Sorry for the trouble, but could you take us back to the Ancient Capital?"
Mo Xie frowned slightly. He didn't recall ever saying he would take them to the Ancient Capital.
After a moment's thought, he realized Mo Fan and the others must have made the decision without asking him.
Seriously, Xiao Fan? Do you think a few Intermediate Mages can get more than a hundred people safely to the Ancient Capital?
But at this point, he could hardly refuse. Mo Xie lowered his gaze, nodded to Xie Sang, and said,
"There's no time to lose. Get ready. We're leaving right away."
"Of course."
Xie Sang nodded gratefully, then turned and called out to the gathered villagers.
"Pack everything you need, and don't forget the Gray Garlic. We're leaving Hua Village shortly."
Smiles spread across the villagers' faces, and they hurried home to pack.
Mo Xie left Xie Sang and returned to Su Xiaoluo's house. As soon as he entered, Mo Fan came over.
"Brother, you're back... Hey, where's my sister-in-law? Why didn't she come with you?"
"Sister-in-law, my ass. Call her your older sister from now on."
Mo Fan froze when Mo Xie smacked him on the forehead. If she was his sister-in-law, why was he supposed to call her his older sister?
"Huh... Why?"
Mo Xie shook his head rather than explain. Instead, he said irritably,
"You lot have some nerve. You thought a few Intermediate Mages could escort over a hundred people through the Land of the Undead? Aren't you afraid they'll be slaughtered?"
Mo Fan and Xu Zhaoting exchanged an awkward glance. Scratching his head, Xu Zhaoting said sheepishly,
"Hua Village