"The meteorite fell from the sky, and there will surely be a lot of people coming to investigate. The more people come, the greater our risk of exposure."
Nanji Weng shook his head and replied, "Regardless of whether that meteorite is a blessing or a curse, it has nothing to do with us.
Go notify everyone; we need to move quickly."
"Village Chief, do we really have to move?" someone hesitated.
"We've been hiding our identities for many years, and people have long forgotten us.
Besides, we've lived in this land for over a century, and there's a lot of attachment.
I believe many people in the village are reluctant to leave."
"Reluctance is irrelevant. You must understand that in the face of life, everything else can be sacrificed," Nanji Weng said calmly.
At this moment, someone suddenly ran over, panting heavily.
"Village Chief, someone is flying over here."
The newcomer was a burly man, his muscles bulging all over his body, running like a tower of mountains.
