Ye Tian's tone revealed great confidence, making Chu Tianying feel quite sour. Look at you, so capable, yet still sneaking around. Why not march directly into their village? That'd be much cooler.
Although he was somewhat skeptical, Chu Tianying still heeded Ye Tian's advice. When they approached the village, he stayed on the big tree at the entrance, hidden among lush branches and leaves, with a grass blade in his mouth, watching intently what was happening down below.
This was a slum that could be called a village, roughly the size of a rural area in our country. According to Gui Xiao, there were no fewer than twenty such small slum villages in Kathmandu, and a few were even super-sized, with five or six that were almost the size of urban districts back home.
The so-called 'village mouth' wasn't an official entrance but merely a gap left in a pile of trash. Ye Tian had to cover his nose just to barely make it inside the village.
