The village was unusually quiet, not a sound to be heard, which made the footsteps outside particularly loud. Perhaps because of the uneasiness in her heart, Hua Xiaomai couldn't help but think that there was a hint of panic in those sounds.
Hua Xiaomai craned her neck to look toward the doorway, Zhou Yunyun, not knowing whether to prevent her from falling or some other reason, held tightly onto her clothes, daring not to let go even for a moment.
Mrs. Meng also stood up, her eyes fixed on the doorway, while she did not forget to instruct Zhou Yunyun, "Hold onto Xiaomai well, watch her steps, she is rather careless, stumbling and bumbling about..."
Before she could finish speaking, a shadow flashed outside the courtyard door, and sure enough, it was the Great Saint.
"What's going on here?"
All three women in the courtyard stared straight at him, which quite startled him, and he took a step back, "Are you welcoming me? This is so grand; how can I deserve such attention?"
