"..."
Both were at a loss but the man had already sidestepped, signaling them to move forward, towards the direction from which the cold mist was seeping in. They were somewhat bewildered by the atmosphere, yet they still shuffled forward.
Xi Tianji followed right behind them.
Reaching the end of the long tunnel, the cold mist once again crept in. The two emerged from the tunnel and took in everything on the plateau outside the cave.
There was no sign of any villains.
Mo Chang's corpse was nailed to the stone wall, impaled through the throat by his own sword, his head bowed, eyes bulging, and blood trailing down, creating a path of sad, winding red on the stone wall.
A twenty-four or twenty-five-year-old man leaned against the boulder opposite Mo Chang, a face still dusty from travel, wiping a longsword with his head bowed.