Dogs barked, shaking the heavens.
One after another, stakes were yanked from the ground.
Laborers gathered the long ropes, as hundreds of large canopies folded up like umbrellas, revealing brown soil and a messy sprawl of cups and dishes.
"At last, they're retreating!"
The tree canopy was lush, with dust swirling in beams of light.
Leaning against a tree trunk, Ding Fengmian looked up and exhaled a cloud of turbid breath, dispelling the gloom that had built up over a dozen days.
Half a month.
A whole half month!
At first, it was over a hundred people, dozens of horses, a few old dogs, and a smattering of experienced individuals with special Dharma Points, all led by bronze and silver arresting officers.
Gradually.
More and more people came, the dogs grew stronger, and the caravan stretched endlessly.
Until five days ago, dozens of spirit monster hunting dogs, hundreds of short-legged horses, and thousands searched the mountains.
