Inside the house, the old man and the little girl exchanged nervous glances.
Everyone living in the mountains were hunters. The old man and the little girl were well acquainted with the other hunter families, but this voice was completely unfamiliar.
"What do you want?" The old man asked gruffly, frowning.
"A traveler from beyond the mountains, seeking to ask a few questions," Fang Lin said calmly.
Hearing that it was someone from outside the mountains, the old man grew even more alert. He gave the little girl a meaningful look, and she immediately understood her grandfather's intent. Quietly, she handed him a hatchet.
The old man grasped the hatchet and moved to stand behind the door. Using the small crack between the wooden planks, he peeked outside.
However, the crack was positioned too low, and the old man could only see a single muddy figure standing there.
