The old man's face, devoid of any flamboyant paint, almost resembled that of a Clown, especially with that exaggerated sausage mouth which, once he smiled, stretched nearly to the back of his ears.
Fortunately, he wasn't as neurotic about telling jokes like the Clown.
"Warriors, I have arranged food and lodging for you, please follow me."
The village chief led the way, guiding them into the village.
As Bai Youwei walked, she glanced around her—standing on the hillside, one might not notice, but upon entering the village, she realized that the houses were all spread out, some distance apart, and none were connected.
The villagers were all very friendly, a few who met them smiled and nodded in greeting, children chased and played in the streets, the young people worked hard, and even the elderly were watering flowers, sweeping the courtyard, and hanging laundry in front of their houses.
The entire atmosphere was good, warm and pleasant, brimming with the breath of life.
