As she passed the mountain where Tianjizi had launched his attack, she saw his subordinates still laughing uproariously. They were dancing with joy on the outside, but their faces showed unmistakable signs of profound pain. They couldn't stop themselves.
These followers of the tyrant deserved to die, there was no need for Cai Wei to pity them. She sprinted down the mountain along the trail, her wide Taoist robe billowing in the wind and making a 'huhuhuala' sound. As she ran, she prayed inwardly, hoping no innocent villagers would come across the cursed men.
When she returned to the village, it was in complete chaos, heavy with the scent of despair.
The 'Rolling Earth Dragon' the night before had claimed the lives of four or five villagers. Many more were injured, some severely. The unexpected disaster had left the poor villagers devastated. They screamed and wailed, cursing the heavens and the earth.
