On this day, Ye Fan and his team of seven arrived at one of the possible hideouts of the Poison Dragon Mercenary Corps.
Surrounding them were towering mountains, dense forests, abundant shrubs, and babbling mountain springs.
Upon approaching a natural small basin, the view became significantly broader.
From the surface, there seemed to be only some vague simple structures, mainly wooden.
Ye Fan and his team lay prone on a mountaintop, surveying everything in sight.
"There are signs of human activity around, yet no one is visible." Zhang Lu said curiously. "It's strange, there's not even a sentry or patrol. It's unnaturally quiet."
"Could this be just a temporary refuge for the Poison Dragon Mercenary Corps, not their suspicious lair?" Yang Shu questioned.
