"Qin Yi, shall I first take you to meet the village chief?"
Qin Yi nodded slightly.
The Village Chief's home was just a small courtyard, tidy but clean, with two crooked trees bearing silvery small flowers at the entrance, their fragrance filling the air.
"What kind of tree is this?" Qin Yi asked curiously, as the scent seemed vaguely familiar, somewhat like osmanthus.
"This is a Silver Money Tree, which is a variety of osmanthus."
The door of the courtyard opened, and out came an elderly man, with gray hair and beard, who spoke. He wasn't tall, but he stood erect without signs of old age, full of vitality.
Qin Yi squinted his eyes slightly. Could this old man be the Village Chief? His cultivation wasn't weak, nearly on the verge of breaking into the Nascent Soul Realm.
"Qin Yi, this is the Village Chief," Cang Ziming introduced.
Qin Yi had already guessed his identity and greeted him with a smile, "Hello, Village Chief."
