Three days later, deep in the dark night.
The ancestral estate of the Thunderbird Clan was silent under the cold moonlight. At the outer perimeter wall, two guards in dark feather coats stood by the stone pillar, leaning against their long spears with relaxed postures.
"Tsk, the city is getting more tense by the hour," the younger guard mumbled, exhaling a breath of mist into the chilly air. "First the Ironback lizards started rioting at our docks, and now rogue cultivators and ancient sect elders are swarming in from outside like locusts."
The second guard clicked his tongue, checking the perimeter array node before resting his hand on his saber. "What else do you expect? The Silent Stone Tower is about to emerge. This great forbidden zone hides ancient beast dao bones and heaven-defying inheritances left by old sovereigns. But honestly? Looking at how many big monsters are flocking here, I doubt ordinary folks like us could even make it out alive."
