"Brother Lin, do you think we have some kind of fate with these small villages? This is already the second time we've hidden in one."
Reclining on a bamboo chair with his legs crossed, Qin Yang mused aloud.
The usually idle Qin Yang rarely had such leisure time to enjoy this kind of life.
Lin Fan basked in the mellow warmth of sunlight. "Every time we accomplish something big, we find a village to rest in for a while. Isn't that great? Besides, I can tell the village chief here is very hospitable. They treat us like ancestors they've waited forever to worship. When we leave, don't forget to leave some Immortal Stones for them."
At that moment—
The village chief arrived, carrying a small child and holding a lunchbox in his hands. "Honored Immortals, I've brought your meals."
The little girl accompanying them was also mistaken by the village chief as an Immortal, which explained his overly respectful attitude.
