After walking for about half an hour, they finally caught sight of two towering arrow towers amidst the lush trees on either side of the mountain path. Yu Wenye shook the reins, and the steed sped up, bypassing a giant rock ahead. The renowned Wanggang Village finally came into view.
However, the central gate between the arrow towers was tightly shut.
Although it was closed, the atmosphere around was far from calm. Not only was it restless, amidst the sound of their horses' hooves advancing, one could even sense a hidden murderous intent carried by the wind.
At this moment, Yu Wenye suddenly stopped and pulled the reins tight.
Shen Wuzheng turned his head to glance at him and noticed Yu Wenye was looking down at a patch of ground not far ahead, which was – blood red!
Shen Wuzheng furrowed his brows slightly.
