"Even if we don't want to guard it, it's not up to us. So many eyes covetously watch us, and for so many years, we have seen group after group sneak into the mountains. If we don't guard it, the consequences would be the destruction of our home and the loss of lives."
Bai Ming, fearing Bai Xiang, this little brat, wouldn't take it seriously, began to speak with a stern face.
In reality, who wasn't a mischievous young lad back in the day, without grand ambitions, wanting to leave this place, to venture out and make something of themselves?
But as they grew older, they came to understand what promises were, what responsibility meant.
This mountain was their responsibility.
"Those people, aren't they just here to dig for bamboo shoots?"
During the bamboo shoot season, a lot of people would come; they all knew that, right?
"Are you really my grandson? I doubt you're real."
Bai Ming no longer wanted to speak with Bai Xiang; this was simply a fool.
