As Zhao Jincheng bowed and saluted, his heart was actually filled with anxiety and bewilderment.
Because there was too much inexplicable irrationality in this situation.
Why would the Deputy City Lord of Shen City, Shen Jinghai, run alone into the depths of the mountains for slaughter? Why was the legendary Red Leaf Fairy Realm stained with boiling blood all over? Why was this attraction, which hosted a million tourists every year, located within the Chaos Death Land? Ordinary people coming here to admire the red leaves wouldn't have enough lives even with ten attempts—do the people of Shen City have no humanity at all?
All these questions seemed to point to one thing: the man in front of him was not Shen Jinghai, and these blood-soaked mountains were not Red Leaf Mountain; he had merely encountered a mysterious stranger in a desolate mountain.
However, looking at it from another perspective, this assumption was equally irrational.
