Chen Xuan nodded slightly, his eyes always fixed on Widow Liu.
If she insisted on offering the incense at Dragon Ridge, he definitely wouldn't ignore it; he would find a way to stop her.
At this moment, Widow Liu had already reached the front and was standing at the edge of Dragon Ridge.
All the villagers were watching her, and many warm-hearted villagers came to persuade her.
"Sister, why do you bother taking this path?"
"In the past, most of the older generation were feudalistic and superstitious, believing that the Dragon King was real. Now it's a new society, don't believe in this stuff anymore."
"Yes, sister, you're still young; don't be so irrational. Out of ten people, nine fall down, and they wouldn't survive!"
Facing the persuasion of the crowd, Widow Liu still looked lifeless, "Fellow villagers, my husband Li Ke died with an injustice, and I can't redress that injustice for him, so I have no choice but to take this path."
