Qingshui Town, usually a quiet and desolate place, was bustling with activity today, but the atmosphere was heavy and oppressive. A large number of uniformly dressed mercenaries had gathered here. Every face was grim, and most eyes held a mixture of grief and fury.
In front of a larger inn, thirty-seven or thirty-eight coffins were lined up side-by-side. Over twenty of them were empty, creating a shocking and gruesome sight. Passersby who saw it were scared off, keeping their distance.
Inside the inn, several tables had been pushed together, around which sat a dozen or so people, both men and women. The expressions on most of their faces were exceptionally furious.
An old man who looked to be in his fifties slammed a hand on the table and let out a long sigh.
