For him, Fog Lamp Village was always the least conspicuous among the countless human settlements he had passed in the past and would pass in the future. Once the collection of Fog Lamp Grass was complete, there was no reason to linger or make contact again.
The so-called return... when the entire village combined might not be worth more than the equipment on him, it didn't seem to have much significance anymore.
He nodded slightly, indicating he understood their expression of gratitude, then shifted the topic, asking Aspen in front of him:
"So are you planning to succeed the village chief and stay in Fog Lamp Village?"
Upon hearing this, the silent and steadfast middle-aged man nodded.
"The sacrificial ritual has long become a lie, there's no need to hold it anymore, but they..."
Aspen's gaze instinctively glanced at the villagers silently watching them.
"Without a sufficiently determined leader, it would be hard to defy the inertia that has become tradition over the years."
