Dragon Mud Cave Heaven.
Dragon Gate Town, at the Rising Dragon Street Corner.
HUFF... PUFF...
After thanking the carver, Mo Chen's gaze shifted back to Wu Dao, who stood at the street corner, his magnificent physique radiating an oppressive aura.
When he saw that pair of pitch-black, unusual eyes...
He couldn't help but swallow, feeling as if his very soul was about to be devoured by that endless darkness.
However, the thought that his family was about to run out of food spurred Mo Chen on. He glanced down at his worn-out cloth shoes, his toes peeking through, and grit his teeth. Forcing a simple, approachable smile onto his face, he hurried toward Wu Dao.
「At noon.」
He had been checking his hunting traps on the back mountain. Just as he was feeling disappointed at finding them empty, he overheard a few Medicine Gatherers who were heading up the mountain talking.
They said a large group of outsiders had come to town.
