Liang Zhichen said with concern, "You should sit down and rest a little longer."
"No, let's go back."
As the two headed toward Daliu Village, upon entering the village, they suddenly heard a shrill voice exclaim, "It's that broom star, the person bringing bad luck! Why hasn't that little monster died yet? I, Old Lady Cui, have lived for most of my life, but I've never seen such an evil creature! If she hadn't been born, infuriating the Mountain Lord, our village wouldn't have suffered from endless natural disasters and calamities. After she came back, she's been nothing but trouble, beating up this person today and another tomorrow. She's a cursed star deserving a thousand cuts. This village can't accommodate her!"
Dong Huiying and Liang Zhichen exchanged glances only to see a crowd gathered ahead, watching the excitement.
Suddenly, a voice mustered courage, albeit weakly, "That's not true, my big sister is not a cursed star!"