"The village doesn't need glory; it needs stability. You’re too fond of the flashy world outside," Zang Jian said, shaking his head.
He felt that Zang Feng had become obsessed—he craved the vibrant, bustling world beyond their borders. But the ancestral teachings of Zanglong Village were rooted in one thing: the art of concealment. They had even changed their surnames to reflect this. To be village chief, one could not deviate from these teachings. It was an ironclad rule.
"Stability? How laughable. You have no idea how far technology has advanced out there. Zanglong Village can’t stay hidden forever. The only way to achieve true stability, and to ensure our heritage continues, is to adapt. You are all short-sighted fools, mired in the past," Zang Feng said coldly.
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