The courtyard was serene, with a young Hunter dining in the room while the old woman was alone in the yard, visibly distressed.
Just like countless other Yiting families, life in the big mountains was always fraught with danger and helplessness, something they had grown accustomed to. However, for her, the burden was even heavier.
The mother and son depended on each other for survival, and it was uncertain how long this way of life would continue—perhaps it would only become livelier when the son married and had children?
Caught in her thoughts, a loud voice sounded from outside the yard with rapid footsteps, "Xing Kong, this is bad, guests from Yiting have reached an agreement with our tribe, they are going to open the coffin in the Ancestral Temple, just for that bead!"
The door flung open, and the young Yiting man, hair and beard bristled, eyes wide with fury, held a steel pitchfork that gleamed coldly,
"If they want to open the coffin, they must get past my pitchfork first!"
