บท 440: Blade Tribe, Blade Crystal

Underneath the setting blood-red sun, an old man carrying a little child on his back walked along a sea of skeletons with a kindly smile on his face. Such a terribly contrasting image formed an intense visual impact on the minds of any who saw it!

Such a strange scenery had gone completely unappreciated. Those who would come here were all the lowest level of people in the society. Everyone was worrying about themselves, for the sake of eking out a living. No one had the time to sigh endlessly at the problems of others.

"Old fogey Mu, from the way you're smiling today, it looks like your harvest today wasn't bad! We've also been out here working hard for half a day already, it wouldn't be asking for too much for you to hand over a bit of road toll, right?"

Three men walked out from behind a grove of withered trees, blocking in front of the old man. The person leading the group had a long scar on his face, right down the middle, splitting his face into two parts.