Upon hearing the old man mention the name of the Grand Commandant, the War God Murong Daoye, the villagers around showed a hint of fear and unease.
Previously, they were just listening to a story, but to speak recklessly about current affairs is a taboo in Qian Country.
Moreover, this involved past matters of the previous dynasty and the Four Great Clans.
The old man seemed to realize he had said too much and waved his hand, saying, "Today's story has been told. Everyone, please return home."
The villagers left one by one, with some frequently looking back at the old man, suspicion in their eyes.
The old man sighed in his heart, secretly thinking, "He could no longer stay in this Mist Rain Village."
"That Yuwen Mao is truly a despicable person, worse than pigs and dogs, so vile!"
Lu Qing couldn't help but curse.
Chen Tang couldn't help but glance at her.
Lu Qing's hands were clenched into fists, her eyes slightly red, and her gaze showed undisguised hatred.
