Serene Village was a rural place, but the buildings in the village were very unusual.
The houses were made of green roofs and red tiled walls along with blue stone paths. They were expecting thatched houses, but the place was completely different from regular villages.
No one could be seen walking around the village and every single compound was tightly closed, so the place was very quiet.
It seemed as though no one was living here. However, they could clearly smell people cooking in the air.
Zhuo Yun placed his hand on his belt. He was on high alert.
It seemed very peaceful, but this alone felt strange enough.
Huo Yao said nothing seeing Zhuo Yun's reaction. Instead, she led some of the men until they reached the residence right at the end of the village.
The front door was also closed, so she raised her hand. Just as she was about to knock on the door, the wooden door opened from the inside.
