Yao Qing laughed again. “Of course, my lord said that if you showed up here alone it proves that the villagers of Feiyun Village are extremely important to you. Otherwise, you wouldn’t dare to take such a risk.” 

After a pause, he continued triumphantly, “So, if you still care about the lives of the villagers, do as we say and follow us.” His voice was filled with a sense of superiority. 

As Yao Qing was speaking, he turned around and walked through the side door in the hall. When he reappeared, he was carrying an unconscious middle-aged man. 

This middle-aged man had dark, rough skin. He was big-boned and was cloaked in an old animal skin coat. From one glance, he was clearly a villager who often worked long hours in the fields. 

Uncle Tie Shan!

Lin Xun lost his composure, and his chest tightened. 

When Lin Xun first arrived in Feiyun Village, the first villager he met was Tie Shan. He still remembered how the older man had been sitting in the aeth fields with...