After the rain, the sky was clear and blue.
The wooden wheels rolled over the muddy and slippery dirt road, splashing up muddy water, slowly entering the territory of Wuyin Village.
Xu Zhong walked at the forefront of the team, covered in a coir raincoat, followed by a few strong men pushing carts behind him.
A burly man clad in thick leather armor surveyed the somewhat desolate village scenery around and couldn't help but spit, grumbling in a muffled voice:
"Bah! Is this Wuyin Village? Doesn't look like much! They dared to bring Zhao Jie's corpse to our Quanzhou Village to demand justice, really don't take us seriously!"
"Exactly! Our Quanzhou Village now has as many as eight experts in the Tendon Lock Realm, and what about Wuyin? With Su Ming and Chang Sanheng dead, they barely have four, not even half of ours! Where do they get the guts to be so arrogant?" A tall, thin man beside him echoed disdainfully.
