Yang Qing fell silent for a moment before slowly saying, "Since you are so sincere, Chief, wouldn't we be failing to appreciate your kindness if we refused to follow the tribe's arrangements?"
A smile appeared on Hardway's face. "Excellent."
Yang Qing asked, "When will this Heavenly God Selection take place?"
Hardway raised his head, his gaze falling on the gloomy sky outside the treehouse. "On the fifteenth day of the eighth month."
The fifteenth day of the eighth month?
That was ten days away.
Yang Qing said, "May I venture to ask why we must wait until the fifteenth day of the eighth month?"
Hardway said, "There is something you do not know, Young Master Yang. Our Hard Tribe lives deep in this dense forest and sees no sunlight all year round."
"But on the fifteenth day of every month and the three days that follow, sunlight and moonlight bathe this forest of ours."
"Those four days are days of celebration for our Hard Tribe."
Yang Qing asked, "Then what does the Heavenly God Selection mean to your Hard Tribe?"
Hardway said, "It concerns a legend handed down in our tribe for thousands of years."
Yang Qing said, "Oh, a legend? I would love to hear the details."
Hardway's thoughts seemed to drift, and his voice rose and fell unevenly. "This is a legend that has circulated in our tribe for a very long time."
"It is said that if an outsider passes the Heavenly God Selection on the fifteenth day of the eighth month, he will lead our Hard Tribe to see the light once more."
"By seeing the light once more, do you mean he will lead you out of this forest?"
Hardway said, "No. He will lead us to discover a way to bask in sunlight throughout