Translator: Pika

  The village wasn’t too big, having only just dozens of families or so.

  It was already nightfall by the time they finished circling the perimeter of the village. The men working on the fields had returned home, and joyous laughter could be heard from some of the residences. Of course, there were also unfortunate ones filled with shoutings and sighs.

  In any case, this was indeed a typical historical village.

  Zu An and Qiao Xueying snuck into the v..