As if on a leisurely spring outing, Yue Xin, protected by his ten guards, rode his tall steed back from a small village near the underground ruins, retracing his steps.
On the way back, Yue Xin looked up at the sky, where members of the Black Prison Race occasionally streaked past. At the same time, he glanced at the commoners toiling on both sides of the road.
By now, within the entire border city's limits, nearly seventy to eighty percent of the human population had already been 'parasitized' by the Black Prison Race.
He watched all of this calmly, as if he knew nothing at all.
Throughout the journey, Shadows would occasionally rush past, colliding with Yue Xin and his ten guards.
But without a doubt, most of these Shadows, after colliding with them or even just circling to inspect the group, would quickly depart with expressions of disgust and loathing.
"Lord Bertrand!"
"There are truly more and more of these Shadows these days."
