"Brother Wu, why do you want to stay on the mountain? There's nothing fun up here, could it be... an emotional issue?"
The old man asked, puzzled.
—This young man was well-dressed, behaved gently and with manners, and could fight with his bare hands; he was likely not from an ordinary family.
So the only reason had to be "emotional issues."
"I am heartbroken and wish to stay here for a while, seeking the protection of the Divine Master of Ning Shen Temple," Wu Xiaode said.
The old man fell silent for a few breaths.
If those bandits return... this young man might not be afraid, but we...
No.
Tomorrow I must install surveillance cameras.
Besides—
"Young brother, if you don't mind, you can stay with us for a while, we have guest rooms."
The old man said.
"That would be wonderful, thank you," Wu Xiaode said with a smile.
Suddenly.
A loud "clang" resonated and rows of ice crystal letters suddenly appeared in his mind:
"You drove away the bandits."
