Yang Xiaoling led the team and they all came outside the village. The grave was full, and many people were sorting the corpses aside. Shi Lang frowned behind the mask, Yang Xiaoling said, "We offered the villagers to help but they refused."
Shi Lang stepped forward and spoke to an elder on the side, "Old Sir, where is the village chief?"
The old man looked at him with eyes filled with tears as he spoke in a shaky tone, "I am the village chief, exalted one."
Shi Lang shook his head and said, "Village Chief, I am not worthy of your respect. Your village lies within our borders and it is our responsibility to protect and help you should the need arise. Not only did we fail to protect you, we also failed to react quickly. I apologize to you on behalf of the two halls."