Everyone here is not a fool. Otherwise, they will not be the masters of a village. Before, they were immersed in the joy of the changes in the Black Wind Mountains, and did not think of this stubble.

Now, as Song Yan reminded them, they suddenly wake up to the fact that the changes in the Black Wind Mountains are not necessarily good for them.

"Shen Da-jia, since this matter is put forward by you, presumably you should have a way to resolve it?" A thin bandit leader over fifty looked at Song Inkstone Road expectantly.

Song Yan shook his head: "What can I do? There are altogether 108 peaks...