The snow had lessened considerably, and the long-awaited sunshine pierced through the clouds, gilding the silvery-white world with a warm golden edge.
Under Qin Ye's organization, the villagers worked in an orderly manner to reinforce houses and care for the wounded, and the whole village was full of vitality after surviving the disaster.
As evening fell, a huge bonfire was lit in the center of the village.
Village Chief Batu summoned all the surviving villagers to hold a solemn ceremony of gratitude for Su Tang and Qin Ye.
Su Tang was directing several Tibetan girls to change the bandages of the wounded when the village chief suddenly invited her to the very center of the campfire.
Qin Ye stood beside her, his brows furrowing involuntarily as he looked at the scene. As someone who led troops into battle, he was least accustomed to this kind of situation.
He whispered in Su Tang's ear, in a voice only the two of them could hear, "These fellow villagers are too polite."
Su Tang found it amusing; she could feel Qin Ye's entire body stiffen, like a wooden stake ready for inspection at any moment.
She lowered her voice and teased, "Commander Qin, you'll get used to it. You're the messenger of the mountain god now, you have to have the dignity of a messenger."
Qin Ye's face immediately turned a little embarrassed.
Just then, Village Chief Batu stepped forward, followed by more than a dozen village elders with solemn expressions.
"thump!"
Village Chief Batu was the first to kneel down, his forehead slamming heavily against the cold ground, facing the snow-capped mountains.
"Mountain God above! Thank you for sending a messenger to save the lives of my entire village!" he shouted in his weathered Tibetan.
"Thump! Thump-thump!"
Behind him, hundreds of villagers, regardless of age or gender, knelt down, chanting words of gratitude in Tibetan. The scene was devout and awe-inspiring.
Then, at the village chief's command, the villagers turned to Su Tang and Qin Ye and knelt down in a flurry.
Su Tang was caught off guard; this was quite a show of force!
She subconsciously looked at Qin Ye.
Qin Ye's face was stiff, and he stood straight like an iron tower. Su Tang could even feel that his body was a little stiff.
Su Tang found it somewhat amusing.
It seems that this icy commander can handle thousands of troops, but he can't deal with the feudal superstitions of a few hundred simple and honest villagers.
After the ceremony, the villagers sang and danced to celebrate the new life.
Village Chief Batu dismissed his attendants and solemnly invited Su Tang and Qin Ye into his relatively intact stone house.
The moonlight was exceptionally bright in this era.
Bathed in moonlight, the three sat around a makeshift stone table and benches.
The old village chief first poured hot water boiled from snowmelt for the two of them, and then he let out a long sigh.
“My two divine envoys,” he said, looking at Su Tang and Qin Ye with deep awe in his eyes.
“I know you come from big cities and don’t believe in the sayings of us mountain people. But we people of Langcuo Village have lived here for generations, not just for herding, but also to protect something.”
It's here!
Su Tang's heart skipped a beat; she knew the main topic was about to be discussed.
Qin Ye also put away his earlier embarrassment and became serious.
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