"Brother Zhang Nian, are you heading to Black-White Town? That place is quite far away, and it's also a very eerie place." By the campfire, a burly man with a face full of stubble looked about the same age as Han Lian. His face was clouded with recollection. He abruptly took a swig of wine and said:
"I heard this story from my father. People once said Black-White Town held a treasure that countless experts coveted. Later, a family from near Tianbei City learned of it and, taking advantage of the full moon, brought all the experts in their family to Black-White Town. In just one night, every one of those experts disappeared. The locals said that night, they heard miserable screams coming from the sky. The next day, the black-and-white pattern in the center of town was covered in bloodstains. It looked as though something had dried up the blood, leaving behind a thick layer of scabs..."
Some of the people by the fire who had never been to Black-White Town felt a chill run down their backs. Good grief, not even a body left behind...
Zhang Nian gave a slight nod. Based on the man's account, he had probably guessed right: it had to be the Yin-Yang Dual Flames. But if an entire small family in Central Plains had gone there, they should have been at least Peak Dou Emperor experts, right?
The power of the Yin-Yang Dual Flames seemed far greater than he had imagined. Perhaps after existing for countless years, they had developed full sentience, much like the Three Thousand Burning Flame at the Pill Tower.
The story the burly man had told matched the version Senior Zhu Kun had heard through the grapevine. It seemed the tale was true, though there was no way to