The villagers stared in disbelief, but Dan Hu ultimately chose to tell the truth.
"I know the village chief means well for us, but I don't want to grow old and die in a place like this for the rest of my life.
"I want to see the dazzling world outside. Even if I die in the end, it will have been worth it."
Hearing Dan Hu's words, Nanji Weng let out a sigh.
Though his intentions were good, and he wanted the Dan Family's younger generation to live safely, that was not everyone's wish.
All men were destined to die; some deaths were weightier than Mount Tai, while others were lighter than a feather.
Just like Dan Hu—he felt that being able to glimpse this dazzling world, even if his life lasted only an instant, would be enough.
The others all fell silent.
In truth, did they not think the same way as Dan Hu?
They simply did not wish to say it aloud.
Besides, Donghai Village was home after all, and they could not bear to leave. They were all curious about the outside world, but the world outside might not necessarily be good.
"Village Chief, are you going to stop me?" Dan Hu asked.
"If you don't want me to, then I won't leave."
"No. You may leave, but you cannot reveal anything about Donghai Village or the Dan Family," Nanji Weng replied, shaking his head.
He could leave, but he could not drag the village down with him.
"I understand. Thank you, Village Chief," Dan Hu said solemnly.
Nanji Weng then turned to Xu Zimo.
He said, "Esteemed sir, although I do not know your identity,
you saw through our origins at a single glance. With the breadth of my knowledge, I will never be able