Behind the tea stall was a grassy hillside dotted with a few gnarly trees, their canopies far from lush.
But at present, the entire hillside was a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
Dozens of corpses were strewn haphazardly across the hillside, where several fierce-looking large dogs ran back and forth among the bodies, snatching up items of value and carrying them back to the Elder in Hemp Clothes.
At the Elder's feet, the White-haired Protector's corpse had been stripped bare, one of his arms already severed. On the chopping block, the old man was mincing that very severed hand from the White-haired Protector.
The pungent smell of blood had long permeated the air. Xu Nian and his team had already smelled it, but none of them spoke up to ask about it.
