Xiao Chuer and Ning You didn't take Li Erpang seriously either, after all, they had confirmed who the "real protagonist" was in this narrative mode—Li Erpang, as the protagonist's leg hair, wasn't worth much attention.
The elderly village chief shakily held up a torch.
In his eyes, as he looked at Yi Lin, brimmed with expectation, undisguised and overflowing.
Seeing the man and his dog utterly shocked by the statue before them, he finally spoke slowly, "Hero Sir, Dog Sir, do you understand now?"
I don't understand shit!
Yi Lin came back to his senses from his thoughts.
He rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed.
I told you to make a long story short, not to utterly omit everything!
...
"This is an ancient prophecy..."
Finally.
As everyone sat around the still-fragrant bonfire, the village chief took a seat and explained the whole story slowly.
The story was too long.