The herb gatherer's face was tense as he wandered around the estate. In truth, half an incense stick ago, he had still been sleeping in his room. Yet when he woke, he found that he was no longer lying in the side chamber, but sprawled on the icy ground.
After waking amid the frigid snowdrifts, the herb gatherer immediately realized that his team had fallen into danger.
He was an extremely vigilant man. He had not truly let his guard down before, yet for some unknown reason, he had inexplicably fallen into a deep sleep and been moved from his room without anyone noticing.
Moreover, apart from the herb gatherer, Scarface and the youth in black were nowhere to be found.
This was not a good sign. Whether it was himself, Scarface, or the youth in black, all three were Seeking the Dao-level cultivators. None of them were particularly weak, and all could wield techniques. The youth in black, especially, had an extraordinary identity and noble bloodline. He was no simple figure, and in terms of strength, he was likely above the herb gatherer.
"No matter what, it should be impossible for all three of us to be hit at once. Perhaps I was the only one who had a problem. Maybe the other two weren't affected..."
But then the herb gatherer thought again: if even Scarface and the youth in black had met with trouble, then whatever had happened in this estate had likely gone beyond the limits of what people like them could handle.
"Even the estate's appearance has changed. How strange, how strange... In such a short time, the side chambers and main hall have turned into broken walls and ruined eaves. And somehow, this black tower has appeared."
He circled the estate, now reduced to ruins,