Mr. Muo's gaze fell upon the girl's face, as if it were instantly coated with an incredibly profound light, though he concealed it well. Sensing a gaze on himself, he looked back.
Facing the youth's clear eyes, Duan Qingyi looked at him and said sincerely, "Mr. Muo, thank you."
Logically speaking, he is the High Priest, and if he really wanted to intervene or do something, villagers like them, powerless to resist, could do nothing.
"Go back inside, it's windy here," Muo Huangnian looked at Qin Manman and smiled slightly, "Manman, see you next time."
"See you next time, Brother Nian."
Muo Huangnian got back into the car, but didn't drive away immediately; instead, he stared at the rear-view mirror until the two figures, tightly close together, gradually walked away.
Not until they completely disappeared did he start the engine.
After driving a short distance, inexplicably, he stopped the car, and then reversed back to the entrance of the village.
