In the remote, densely forested area, wild weeds were rampant, wild beasts growling, and an array of towering trees grew tightly together, blocking out the sun, shrouding the forest in darkness. It was midday, but here it was as if the sun had set behind the western mountains, emitting a spine-chilling desolation and eeriness.
In the forest, a group of Liaodan men, carrying curved knives, rode their horses, strenuously traversing the dense woods. This was a little pathway leading north, saving much more time than taking the official road. However, every advantage has its disadvantage. It is said that bandits often appear in these woods, committing robbery and murder, without leaving any survivors.
If these rumors were heard by others, they might take them as a warning. But for Saknu, they stirred up his primal instincts.
He hadn't killed in a long time!
