"It's nothing."
What else could Xue Zhiyi say? He could guess why An'an had such an attitude. It was all his own doing. He'd find another opportunity to explain later. Right now, the most important thing was to go up the mountain to gather herbs.
"Uncle An, although I'm a bandit from that mountain, you all don't need to be afraid. We haven't done anything bad, nor have we robbed anyone. We all make a living by hunting; the mountains have plenty of wild animals to sustain us."
"This..."
"..." Xue Zhiyi felt a bit uneasy inside. Perhaps he shouldn't have said that. Did he scare them? Was the relationship he painstakingly built about to break?
Old An felt a little saddened. How could a good Divine Doctor end up becoming a bandit on the mountain? It must be because of their family. He couldn't help but kindly suggest, "Xiaoxue, that mountain with many beasts is truly dangerous. Why don't you all come down?"
