"Since ancient times, it has been said that the gentle township is the tomb of heroes. The ancients did not deceive me."
Recalling the reluctant look in Ziyun's eyes, Ning Fan sighed deeply in his heart. He almost softened just now and couldn't leave.
"Fortunately, I have great concentration and am a real man indeed."
After shamelessly praising himself, Ning Fan set forth on his journey to Zhonghai.
On the way back, when he passed by the deserted Mo Family Village again, Ning Fan sighed silently.
A fire at the city gate brings disaster to the fish in the moat. More than a hundred men, women, and children of the Mo Family Village had turned into mounds of graves.
After a few more years, under the erosion of wind and rain, the last traces of Mo Family Village will completely disappear.
As he was about to leave the heartland of Western Hunan, his phone, which had been unable to communicate, finally picked up a signal.
