A Paradise Beyond the World

Stone Ridge Mountain had not changed much since Chu Qing left.

On the mountain, a group of people mined stone and searched for Stone Bamboo Pearls.

Yet this group was sallow and emaciated, their faces tinged with the color of starvation.

Some worked until they suddenly collapsed to the ground, never to rise again.

The overseers nearby lashed them a few times with whips. When they found it ineffective, they had the corpses tossed onto carts and hauled away.

All the stone miners were listless and dispirited.

Rebel Army soldiers patrolled back and forth with long blades in hand.

Whenever they found someone whispering together, they went over and struck them with their scabbards.

Some went even further, drawing their blades and killing people outright.

What surprised Chu Qing was this:

He discovered that the Rebel Army guarding the quarry actually included elites.

These elites wore heavy armor and steel gauntlets, with only their eyes exposed. They held long spears, their killing intent surging skyward.

One look was enough to tell that they were battle-hardened elites.

Moreover, they were absolutely elites made up of martial artists.

Tap! Tap! Tap!

Chu Qing abruptly slowed down and walked like an ordinary person.

Thus, aside from the stone miners, everyone else saw him.

Screech!

Long blades left their sheaths.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The heavily armored elites formed ranks, gripping long spears as they warily faced Chu Qing.

At this moment, the stone miners also raised their heads.

They looked at Chu Qing numbly.

Some felt that he looked familiar.

But they could not remember who he was.

Even more did not recognize him at all.

Crack!

Gravel crunched beneath his feet.

Chu Qing approached the group step by step.

Though he said nothing, an invisible aura descended like a mountain.

Whether ordinary Rebel