Moving inward from the flagstone-paved main road, the terrain slowly elevated, and houses started to appear on both sides, neatly arranged. People could be spotted in front of the houses or peering from the windows, either openly or covertly sizing up Jiang Li as they took note of his arrival.
Even though the related news had been sealed off beforehand, the noise Jiang Wuming made earlier was so significant that when his brothers came to throw their weight around, they might as well have shouted it until every person in the ancestral land knew Jiang Li had come.
And so, now everyone knew that Jiang Li, who was born in a branch family but dared to confront the main family, had arrived.
Following the path for about three miles, the distant mountains came into view, their carved deity-like figures standing in stark contrast to Jiang Li, as if an invisible aura was emanating all around them.