Not far from the capital of the Tiandou Empire, Tiandou City, located three hundred li to its east, the small village that came into Tang San's view was surrounded by mountains and bore a striking resemblance to the Holy Soul Village from which he had originally departed.
Curling wisps of cooking smoke rose from various parts of the village, signaling that it was nearly time for lunch. At the entrance of the village, a group of children were frolicking, while in the nearby fields, many villagers were tidying up their farming tools, preparing to return to the village for a meal.
Spreading out the sheepskin map in his hands, Tang San scrutinized it again to be sure, certain that he hadn't made a mistake. This had to be the place—the map indicated that the Hao Tian Clan was none other than the humble village before him.
The Hao Tian Clan, once the number one sect under the heavens, had really fallen to what he was seeing right now?
