"Sister Xiulan, actually I've always had a question."
Ye Ling took a turn in the conversation, his words tinged with a hint of perplexity.
Zhang Xiulan's brows knitted slightly, and she said in a deep voice, "You want to ask about the little mountain village, don't you?"
Upon hearing this, Ye Ling nodded slightly.
"Ever since Master brought me into the mountain village, I've been puzzled why, apart from women, there were only some elderly men."
"Where have all the young men in the village gone?"
"I once asked Master about this, but that old fellow didn't tell me."
Ye Ling said solemnly.
Zhang Xiulan let out a light chuckle, although she was laughing, a hint of hesitation and reluctance lingered in the depths of her eyes.
Suddenly, Ye Ling turned around to look at Zhang Xiulan.
Seeing her like this, he also said with a smile, "If it's inconvenient to speak of, then just forget it..."
"It's not a matter of convenience or not, you were bound to find out sooner or later."