An opportunity.

The night passed quickly.

The next morning, the night dew had yet to dry up and the cold had just faded. Amidst the chirping of insects, a loud and clear rooster's cry came from nowhere. The people of the Green Village gradually woke up.

Yawning bandits formed a long line in front of several clay stoves, ordering porridge and food.

The brigands in charge carried their swords, Spears, and halberds, patrolling the area to supervise. Soon, " ding ding dang dang " sounds of knocking and digging could be heard.

The only place that wasn't disturbed was the Great Temple of dangqing on the small slope.

Clusters of flowers bloomed quietly, and it was quiet in front and behind the temple.

The three clan leaders woke up early to offer incense and watched as the brigand on duty cleaned up the place thoroughly. They silently prayed for great immortal dang Qing's protection in their hearts before turning to leave.