Dark energy engulfed the sky.
The mountain had collapsed from its waist, splitting the path in two with rolling debris. A few unfortunate souls were instantly buried under the rubble, obviously beyond saving.
Uncle Wang carefully pocketed the jade hairpin, then raised his eyes to look ahead, into the thick crowd that bustled with disgruntled cursing from the caravan workers:
"What's going on here?"
"We were walking just fine; why block the path? Who are you people?"
"This is a merchant caravan under the Chu Family of Xiegu City!"
"Move aside, clear the way!"
A group of mysterious figures appeared suddenly, silent, standing still with antique ring masks and clothed in black.
And with them came tendrils of strange black vapor.
Their emotionless, pale eyes fixed on the lead man, and the next moment, a hand was raised.
