Night was quietly settling, very serene; so much so that Qin Fang could faintly hear Auntie Song and Wen Yan whispering to each other in the next room.
Outside was the silent mountain, where the faint sound of insects could be heard, very slight.
Night gradually deepened.
The conversation next door also ceased, seeming as though they had fallen asleep, adding to the quietude.
ROAR~~
But Qin Fang and Song Qingshan, who were silently cultivating, were suddenly awakened by such a thunderous roar, jolting them from their cultivation.
Rustle~~
It wasn't just them; the household was also awakened, and the nearby neighbors were becoming noisy as well, with Qin Fang even clearly hearing the sound of sharpening knives.
"What's happened?"
Qin Fang and Song Qingshan were puzzled too, it being their first time in these deep mountains. As they stepped out of their room, they saw the whole tribe explode into chaos, with all men running out, wielding knives and bows as if going to war...
