The tribesmen forged ahead through the wild grass, carving out a path, as Shen Can followed, moving deeper into the valley.
According to the account of the senior from the middle age, he was ambushed and killed here eight thousand years ago. However, the erosion of time and elements over eight millennia has erased any trace of the violence.
As they delved deeper into the valley, the clan soldiers clearing the way began to feel an icy chill penetrating their bones.
At the darkest point in the valley's depths, where the towering mountains shield the sun all year round, moss and vines covered everything.
No trace was visible on the ground, yet the middle-aged senior halted here.
"Dig."
Shen Can gestured, and tribesmen quickly stepped forward, using the tools they brought to commence excavation.
The sound of digging rang out, mixed with the clinking of stone, and the soil was moist.
