Hearing Ju Fan's words, the guard quickly spoke with stammering urgency.
"We-we have a guest house at the southern corner of the village. It is humble but clean. We will prepare it immediately. If you wish for food, we will bring you the best we have."
A trembling woman added, "We can prepare spirit beast stew, honored one. We caught a Long Horn Doe just in the afternoon."
Another man said, "We can bring fresh water, clean bedding, and warm towels."
A young girl whispered timidly, "Should we burn incense for him?"
Her mother slapped her arm lightly and hissed, "Do not ask foolish things. He is a guest, not an ancestor spirit."
The little girl's words could even be taken as insulting, wishing for Ju Fan's death in a way.
Their nervous whispers filled the air, none daring to speak too loudly except the guard.
Han Yu simply gave a slight nod.
"That will be enough. Lead the way."
