Chen Fan and the Green-Robed Man walked side by side through the Canyon.
Monkey and the others followed behind them, while the dozens of Gongyang Clan Attendants dismounted and led their horses by the reins at the rear.
Zhou Mo cast a few seemingly casual glances at the Gongyang Clan's caravan, a ripple of emotion stirring within him. As expected of a family from Jiangnan, even these attendants, with nothing but their eyes exposed outside their armor, exuded the cold indifference of men who had weathered countless battles.
They were a capable bunch.
Their cultivation was probably considerable too. That armor looked heavy. Ordinary people could never have worn it on such a long journey.
They passed through the Canyon and arrived at the Sinkhole.
The Green-Robed Man instinctively glanced around and silently praised the location. Natural barriers surrounded it on every side. As long as they held the Canyon, the place would be easy to defend and difficult to attack. Its weakness, however, was equally obvious: once someone blocked the Canyon entrance, there would be no escape.
"Those are..."
He froze briefly, noticing several rather strange depressions in one of the Sinkhole's rock walls. With outstretched arms and legs, they looked like human silhouettes.
"Oh, those."
Chen Fan followed the Green-Robed Man's gaze and said casually, "The Jiangbei Wasteland wasn't very peaceful during the rainy season. A Wraith King broke in the day before yesterday, and the fight got a little noisy."
"The Wraith King had a pretty tough body."
"Those holes were left when it got blasted into the rock wall."
"We've been busy lately and haven't repaired them. Sorry you had to see the mess, Senior."
Turmoil surged through the Green-Robed Man's heart. Only after a long while did the corner of his mouth twitch into a