Another two elders couldn't help exchanging a glance. One of them patted his shoulder and said, "Stop second-guessing yourself; hurry up and finish the task and leave. It's not safe to linger here."
Old Song frowned deeply but eventually nodded, chalking it up to his own paranoia.
However, just as he turned—
A sickeningly thick scent of blood suddenly swept in from the direction of the cave entrance!
The three of them stiffened and quickly looked up.
Under the moonlight, a figure had appeared at the entrance at some point, standing silently.
He wore a bamboo hat, its shadow covering his face; only a pair of cold eyes could be seen, staring directly at them.
In his hand, he held a broken sword, its blade stained with blood, and crimson drops continually flowed down the sword's edge.
"Drip..."
The sound of the blood droplets hitting the ground was clearly audible in the deathly silent cave.
