Elder Ran left, and did not come back until very late, with a frown on his face.
He carried a food box in his hand, placed it on the table, and apologized, "The village has just been established, we don't have good food or drinks to offer, please forgive me, Tian."
Tian Lin waved his hand and said, "Elder Ran, there's no need for formalities, I'm not a stickler for such things."
At this point in time, how could anyone in the village be in the mood to cook?
It was apparent that Elder Ran's lengthy departure hadn't been a pleasant one for the villagers.
At this moment, the sound of striking the watch gong could be heard from the temple.
Elder Ran took out three sticks of incense from his sleeve, went to the door and inserted them at the entrance, then he closed the door and returned to the house.
He sighed and said, "Had I known coming to Wuliang Mountain would bring such misfortunes, I wouldn't have come here."
