Wei Yuan was carried by two villagers, passing through Stone Peak and navigating several twisting paths.
The surroundings grew increasingly desolate, with sparse vegetation and the sun casting a harsh glare, making the villagers' breathing sound even heavier.
Turning back to look at Pufeng Mountain, the once lush grove of locust trees had all been burned to ash.
The mountain was barren, looking from a distance like a lonely stone statue.
As the two villagers walked, they spoke with a sense of gratitude: "Luckily, Pufeng Mountain was burned; otherwise, we wouldn't dare take this shortcut.
Taking the long way, it would take one or two days to get out of the mountains and into the town.
Immortal Witch Zhu said it's all because of the blessing of the River God; otherwise, Pufeng Mountain wouldn't have caught fire. More offerings to the River God, and we can't go wrong!"
The one speaking was the younger voice.
