It had been agreed that Celestial Master Zhang would lend a hand if anything happened, but now it seemed they still had to rely on themselves.
You could not take the words of a great master too seriously.
There was no telling whether something had gone wrong on Celestial Master Zhang's end.
If something really had gone wrong, they would have to resolve matters here themselves.
Lin Feng signaled for them to move forward.
Waiting here would accomplish nothing.
Each of the three Libationers had prepared thoroughly. Together, they approached the first house.
They exchanged glances.
Lin Feng opened the door rather than climbing over the wall. He did not know whether there were any rules here, but in most sets of rules, doors represented "passageways."
Using a passageway and refusing to use one were two entirely different things.
The house looked quite low. Once Lin Feng pushed the door open, however, he saw skeletal remains lying on their side inside, apparently belonging to a slain warrior.
"A shield."
"A blade."
"Armor."
Each bore a name consisting of a single character. He could not tell exactly what the name was.
The warrior had been killed here an unknown length of time ago. The remains had not decayed, and they could tell that this had been a soldier of fourteen or fifteen.
During the Yin-Shang period, someone that age could serve as a warrior and might even have had a son.
Looking farther inside, they saw a great heap of remains scattered every which way throughout the house, with no discernible order.
"Someone killed these soldiers and stuffed them inside."
Libationer Zhang spoke. He had experience with such things.
During times of turmoil, he had seen people do this.
But so many armored warriors had been crammed into a single civilian