Fang Hong continually switched the scenes in his vision—rain mixed with leaves struck his face in the dark, and lacking night vision, he allowed the Clockwork Fairy to fly low. Soon, he saw the scene he was looking for.
A dazzling bolt of lightning descended from the distant firmament, connecting heaven and earth, turning the whole world silver bright.
Amid the torrential downpour, several faces struck by panic came into view—twenty or thirty people were fleeing forward while incessantly looking back. They were moving past the bushes in the heavy rain, then the light faded, and all was silent once more, leaving only the sound of sparse raindrops.
Fang Hong was slightly stunned; the people, he saw, were unarmed and their attire didn't seem like that of adventurers but rather resembled that of the local natives. These people seemed not so much to be running toward him and his party as they were fleeing from something in fear.
"What's going on here?"
