And finally, the villagers who previously always glorified him turned to hate him because of the incident.
"So, that cloth is the clothes that belonged to the grandson of the slain grandfather?" Xue Ning asked pointing at the piece of cloth in Grandpa Xin's hand.
"Um, that's right," he answered with a sigh.
"Does Grandpa's son often come here?"
"No, since that incident. Ah even so I can still see them from afar. They often hunt and forage in this forest, which is why I can still see them occasionally," replied Grandpa Xin.
Hearing Grandpa Xin's words, no one made a sound, silent.
"Where are you guys from? Roaming in the woods until this late at night?" Grandpa Xin asked again.
"We're lost, Grandpa," Fu Xie Lan replied immediately.
"Where are you going?"
"Royal city," replied the girl again.