"S-Senior Lin Mu… what is this?" The disciples asked nervously.
They could see the mass of dead bodies everywhere, and they did not look like they had a good end. All of them had been decapitated in one swift stroke and a bloody aura was spread in the room as well.
"Northern Tribes." Lin Mu answered simply.
The answer was like cold water pouring over their heads, and they understood the gravity of the situation. Jing Luo and Elder Weimin were quick to assess it and recognize the outfits that the men were wearing to be similar to the traditional outfits of the Northern Tribes.
"They're all from the Northern Tribes? But how?" Elder Weimin was confused.
"Come." Instead of answering that though, Lin Mu simply ordered them to follow them.
They went a little ahead and saw Lin Mu walking towards an empty area. A flame appeared on Lin Mu's hand and illuminated the area and the last injured person that was lying there.
