In the afternoon in Taoyuan Village, the lazy sunlight spilled over every inch of land.
The village's temporary interrogation post was set up beneath that ancient ginkgo tree. According to legend, this ginkgo tree was planted by the founding ancestor of Taoyuan Village with his own hands. Having weathered centuries of wind and rain, it still boasted luxuriant foliage. Its thick trunk required several people to encircle, and its golden leaves rustled in the breeze, as if recounting the village's past. Beneath the tree, a few rough wooden tables were pieced together, surrounded by a few long benches.
The villagers had bound the bandits hand and foot, shoving them over to this spot. Every single bandit looked disheveled and dejected, their bodies still bearing the wounds from the recent fight.
Chapter 399