Not far away, an old man with snow-white hair, dressed in a long robe, was hunched over several corpses, seemingly lost in thought. A fire pit was set up nearby, with some kind of food roasting over it.
The old man's eyes suddenly twitched, and he turned his head toward Wen Qingye's position.
"He's found us," Wen Qingye said with a smile.
The old man smiled toward Wen Qingye and the others' hiding spot and said, "Why don't you young ones come on out?"
Wen Qingye's group walked out slowly. Zhao Mei took a few deep sniffs, her eyes lighting up as she stared at the meat on the spit. "That smells amazing!"
The old man beamed at the four of them. "What brings you young friends to Black Cloud Mountain? This isn't a very nice place, you know."
Zhao Xia frowned deeply at the old man, firing off a series of questions. "Whose bodies are these? Who are you? And why are you on Black Cloud Mountain?"
