The moment the crew stepped through the gates, PingZe's hold on Mang HuaJun faltered and the sorcerer dropped on the ground, groaning under his breath.
"Nooo," Mang HuaJun sobbed as the deafening sound of chatter filled the surrounding air.
"What-" MingYu could only watch slack-jawed at the scene before them. As if a veil had lifted over the village, the street was now filled with people, shop tables were set up, street vendors sat along the street, baskets full of fruits and vegetables by their feet.
Children and stray dogs ran amok, giggling as they held sticks in their hands as if they were the mightiest of weapons. One of the children ran towards them and PingZe pulled XiaoHe out of the boy's way by his waist. He was eyeing the child as if the boy was a monster.
"How can this be? Just now, the village was empty." XiaoHe whispered as PingZe's hold around him tightened, hugging him tight against PingZe's chest.
