The Ghost Flower was a messenger of death. Besides appearing before the dead, it also appeared before a major attack.
Its appearance signaled a warning of death.
Of course, the warning was not for the dead, but for the living.
They were to prepare themselves. They would be the next ones dealt with.
Yang Qing looked once more at the gently rippling surface of the Lake, then said quietly, "These clansmen were nothing more than tools for that messenger."
Although these Hidden Clan members had already consumed Yin-Yang Blood and willingly become half-dead beings, the thought that they still could not escape being schemed against until their deaths weighed heavily on Yang Qing's heart.
After all, these people might well have been dragged into this by them, becoming lambs in someone else's eyes.
"Young Master, you needn't blame yourself. Even if they hadn't died at those people's hands, sooner or later they would have died at their own hands, or at ours."
"The outcome was always death. Whether it came sooner or later made no difference."
Though Wood said this, his eyes were still somewhat red.
No matter what, he could not accept such a miserable end for the remaining clansmen.
"Who do you think did this to them?"
Yang Qing had always thought that when they emerged from the Lake, Emperor Zhetian's iron cavalry would be waiting for them.
Only after a long while did he understand.
Perhaps Emperor Zhetian knew everything that had happened in this Mountain Valley. If he still had not shown himself, it was not because he did not know, but because he had no time to deal with them.
But as for bullying people and then running away, even if Yang Qing did not say it outright, those people would not do such a