The village wasn't large, with just about a hundred households.
Judging by their sickly complexions, it was clear their lives were difficult. When they saw Lü Zhong descend from the sky, they all dropped to their knees in terror. Although the villagers didn't know Lü Zhong's specific level of cultivation, they knew that anyone who could fly was no ordinary Immortal Master.
If it weren't for the fact that Lü Zhong had no dark aura or scent of blood about him, the villagers would have likely scattered and fled long ago.
Perhaps seeing that Lü Zhong hadn't killed anyone, the one-legged village chief, supported by a woman in her sixties, hobbled over on his crutch, intending to kneel and pay his respects.
"There's no need for that." Lü Zhong helped him up and asked, "Don't be alarmed. I just want to ask about something. Does anyone here know the current whereabouts of the Su Family from the former Hundred Beasts Farm?"
