C833 He Walked out of the Small Mountain Village

In the tranquil mountain village, straw-thatched cottages were sparsely dotted across the landscape, with the occasional brick and stone house peeking through.

Nestled at the very edge of the village, at the base of the mountain, stood a ramshackle straw hut. Wang Xiaobao, holding a clay bowl brimming with a dark medicinal brew, pushed aside the curtain to the inner room and stepped inside