"Since no one was injured and it was only some supernatural phenomena, why call it a rakshasa?"
Jiang Qiao asked.
"Ah, people from the old era always had to give inexplicable phenomena a name. Haven't you heard of Rakshasa City in the storybooks? In the past, storytellers often mentioned it. The villagers were ignorant, and after the story was passed around, they said there were rakshasas in that ancient city."
The old village chief shook his head helplessly.
He was an Awakened now, but he still had no idea what was going on in that ancient city.
However, ever since the old era ended, nothing had happened there again. In the past two years, with the Supernatural Revival, some Awakened had gone in to investigate, but everything had remained equally peaceful.
Whatever had been there before had probably either died or left.
"Could it be related to the Black Sheep Cult?"
Jiang Qiao suddenly recalled the evil organization that had operated throughout the Western Regions for hundreds of years—the Black Sheep Cult. After the old era vanished, it had temporarily left the Northern Territory as well.
"The Black Sheep Cult?"
"That, I don't know. They're very mysterious, and they rarely operate around here..."
"When I was little, I heard some stories about them. They should have something to do with the supernatural, but I've never seen them with my own eyes."
"Our region is different from the lands south of the Northern Territory. Many people here came from the Central Land. During the years of turmoil, there were also many warlords ruling their own territories, and nobody liked that sort of thing very much."
"So they rarely operated here."
"However, I heard they also disappeared after the old era collapsed. Perhaps the two really are related?"
The old village chief