At the entrance of the village.
The B-class man "Zhou Yitong" was ordered to deliver a message.
He lingered at the village entrance, shouted a few times, and then waited in place. He knew Black River Village was a poor and perilous place and was reluctant to step in.
He spat lightly, thinking that if he waited for another half quarter of an hour and no one came out, he would assume the person was dead.
Such a great matter would then have nothing to do with him.
It didn't take long.
A figure came walking over.
"Ah, still alive."
Zhou Yitong was taken aback. It had been a long time, and Li Xian looked even more vigorous. His skin fair, his stature tall, neither burly nor emaciated, yet there was a sense of hidden strength...
"Brother Li, it's been a long time. How have you been?" Zhou Yitong greeted him with a smile, cupping his hands in a gesture of respect.
