"Alright, Er'Gou, go start a fire and let the villagers dry their clothes."
The village chief simply treated the wound on his wrist and then began arranging for everyone to rest.
The flames danced as the firewood burned, dispelling the chill within people.
The villagers were all rather thin, and gathering around the fire wasn't crowded.
At this moment, one of the young villagers suddenly asked, "Village chief, do you think this time, when we make offerings, the Upper Immortals will give me a chance to be tested?"
"Come now, Li Family's Kid, stop dreaming, we're just not destined for that." The village chief hadn't responded yet, but the farmer woman sitting next to him spoke first.
It's not that she's being harsh, she simply didn't want the young man to be too disappointed, trying to lower his expectations ahead of time.
