"Indeed."
Monk Bu Jie gazed toward the direction of Mount Hua's Jade Maiden Peak from afar. "This is bad, the wind is coming from the side of the mountain forest."
He rushed ahead, sprinting forward.
Zhao Rong, leading his fellow disciples, closely followed behind him.
After covering about two miles, the scenery abruptly changed!
"So many corpses!"
On both sides of the road, many people lay scattered haphazardly.
Looking upward along the path, the bodies continued sporadically without end!
The mountain wind blew, carrying a chill mixed with the scent of blood that surged to the heart.
Not wanting to throw away his life recklessly, Zhao Rong quickly bent down to examine a few of the corpses.
Seeing that their fatal wounds were completely different from the sword injuries reported from Yanjin Plum Forest, he breathed a slight sigh of relief.
"Are there any familiar faces?"
"No, they aren't from our Five Peaks Sword Sects."
