Si Qi straddled a yak, leading the vast herd downhill alongside Jin Yusheng, Dream Teller, and Jiang Jue.
Jiang Jue probed indirectly for the whereabouts of "Lin Crow." The mysterious president of the Unnamed Guild had made quite a splash some time ago, only to vanish silently from view after the final Instance ended. It was truly strange.
Si Qi merely smiled without answering. When Jiang Jue pressed further, he countered, "Your Listen Wind Guild is so curious about the internal arrangements of our Unnamed Guild. Are you planning to share the whereabouts of your former guild leader, Xiao Fengchao, as well?"
Jiang Jue asked no more.
Jin Yusheng did know Lin Chen's fate. He had seen with his own eyes how that young man had been completely assimilated by the Eerie Game, leading hordes of ghosts and monsters across the mountains and into the depths of the range.
Judging from Si Qi's attitude and the direction of his words, could Lin Chen and Lin Crow truly not be the same person?
There was no way to know the twists and turns behind it.
By the time they reached the mountainside, signs of human habitation had become especially conspicuous. Several tents stood clustered together, colorful prayer flags hanging from their tops and pinned to the ground at the other end, fluttering noisily in the wind.
Chaotic footprints had packed down the snow, and the ground beneath their feet was hard as iron. Two herdsmen rushed out of the tents. They exchanged a glance upon seeing the yak herd, then turned hostile eyes on the group.
One of them stepped forward and rattled off something incomprehensible.
Without the Eerie Game's translation, none of the four could understand Tibetan. Dream Teller jumped off his yak, beaming as he gestured wildly at the