Li Mu Yang waited until all the villagers had been sent away before turning and hurrying toward Tiandu City.
Not long after Li Mu Yang left, a group of mysterious figures dressed in black robes and wearing wolf-head masks came rushing over.
The leader landed at the scene of the massacre, while the other black-robed figures scattered in all directions.
They circled the village once, then returned to the ground beside the corpses.
"Wolf Seat, all the villagers have withdrawn. We found no trace of any suspicious figures," one of the wolf-headed black-robed men reported.
"As expected." The black-robed leader stared at the mangled corpses on the ground and said, "With these crude, ignorant peasants, how could they possibly have been a match for our people? They must have received help from an expert and escaped, then fled the village under that expert's guidance to avoid suffering a second calamity. If they hadn't escaped, the entire village would probably have been slaughtered by now."
"Wolf Seat, how do you know that expert was one person rather than a group?" another black-robed man asked.
"Look at their corpses." The black-robed leader pointed at the dead bodies on the ground and said, "They were all killed by the same kind of weapon. Moreover, several were killed by the same sword. I don't know how many people they had, but I do know that only one person made the attack. And that person was a master swordsman."
"I see." The black-robed man nodded. "Then who would dare ruin our good deed?"
"Since this person dared to do it once, they'll do it a second time. The truth will come to light sooner or later." The black-robed leader's voice was cold and sinister, like a ghost's shriek. "Be more careful in the future. Never