But soon, more voices flooded into Zhang Ze's ears.
The loudest among them was a certain Holy Beast chomping on lemons, crispy sticks, bitter gourds, and ginseng...
The sound was so loud, it was as if Senior Baishou was right behind him.
To be honest, it was really noisy.
To ensure smooth communication, Zhang Ze began filtering out unnecessary sounds.
As the sounds of eating were eliminated, the surrounding returned to silence, and he heard a light breathing sound coming from the giant tree beneath him.
In the breathing sound, there was a murmur that was unclear.
"Village?"
Zhang Ze inquired softly.
The breathing gradually became heavier, and moments later, the old voice of the Village sounded in Zhang Ze's ear.
"Zhang Ze, you... you can hear my voice?"
Zhang Ze, "Yes, by a stroke of luck, I learned some small techniques from the Barbarian Race to listen to the spirit of all things."
"I see..." The Village seemed to be sighing or reminiscing.
