Led by his Second Senior Brother, Fu Ming, Yang An followed silently behind him, moving through the labyrinthine paths while constantly observing his surroundings.
'I should try my best to memorize the layout of this place,' he thought. 'That way, if something unexpected happens, I can use my familiarity with the area to escape danger.'
But even so, Yang An couldn't help but feel emotional as they passed one desolate building after another.
This place was like a ghost town, completely devoid of life. It was no wonder there wasn't a single normal person here.
A normal person would probably fall into depression just by staying here.
Fu Ming coughed violently again, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth as he walked. It seemed to be of no great concern to him, as if nothing was wrong.
After walking a bit further, he finally stopped and pointed to a relatively intact courtyard ahead of them.
