Seeing this, Xiao Chenxiang leapt from his home and charged forward as if the wind sprouted beneath his feet, but no matter how fast his legs carried him, they could not match wings, and he soon lost sight of them.
By the time he returned to the village, this normally peaceful place was cloaked in sorrow, the kidnapping of two children having devastated a happy family.
The family had plunged into deep grief, the children's mother wailing and incessantly calling their names, a scene so sorrowful it moved all who heard it to tears.
"Da Zhu, take your wife downstairs to calm down a bit. Let's discuss what to do next," the old village chief instructed one man to help the sobbing woman down, and by then, all the notable figures of the village had gathered.
"Let's discuss this. What should we do?" the village chief said with a light sigh.
