The moment they arrived at Red Garden, Qing Chen's fingers twitched. As if he had remembered something, he looked around warily. "This is Red Garden. Remember, don't tell anyone you've been here. Don't tell a soul."
Lu Yin was puzzled. "Is this place important?"
"More important than you can imagine," Qing Chen said gravely.
"Why is nobody here?" Lu Yin asked.
"If nobody's here, we'll go looking," Qing Chen replied. "I'll show you everyone here. If you spot a Dark Son, don't say a word. Anyone capable of hiding a Dark Son here is definitely no ordinary person."
Lu Yin nodded without speaking. Qing Chen said nothing more, leading him along the stream.
If Qing Chen were a woman, this scenery would make the perfect setting for a romantic rendezvous. But faced with such beauty, the wariness and vigilance in Qing Chen's eyes only grew stronger. Lu Yin felt the same. The place was beautiful, but its beauty made him uneasy.
A rain of red flowers fell from the sky, as if it meant to bury them.
They hadn't gone far when Lu Yin's ears twitched. He looked ahead, where the soil was shifting, and grew wary.
Qing Chen narrowed his eyes and stared ahead.
The soil suddenly burst open, and a figure charged toward them.
Qing Chen swept his hand, and space split apart, surging toward the figure.
The figure was struck by Qing Chen's spatial attack and flung into the distance, letting out a strange cry.
Lu Yin got a clear look. It was a man, filthy and disheveled, like a madman, with a red flower clenched in his mouth.
With a splash, the man fell into the stream, prompting another shout. "How dare you trespass on this ancestor's territory! Are you looking to die? This ancestor will