"There's a village up ahead, Third Prince. Shall we stop for a rest?"
The coachman was a disciple of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, but he had already received his instructions.
On this journey, Ning Rongrong was not in charge. Everything was to follow Xue Haicang's orders.
Xue Haicang said, "Then let's take a rest."
It was already afternoon, and the weather was growing cooler. The horses had expended a great deal of energy. Although they had rested once at noon, they would need another break before dinner to maintain their pace.
The carriage continued onward for a while before coming to a stop.
Just as the new "Shrek Seven Devils" thought they had reached the village and were about to get out for a rest, a soft knock sounded against the side of the carriage.
The disciple of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect driving the carriage said, "Third Prince, something seems wrong. We're almost at the village, but it's unusually quiet. There isn't even anyone tending the fields outside."
Everyone exchanged glances. Xue Haicang said, "Let's get out and take a look."
The six nodded, stepped down from the carriage, and looked ahead.
About two hundred meters away stood a small village. It did not look large, containing only around a hundred households, with broad stretches of farmland surrounding it.
It was just as the disciple of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had said.
From where they stood, the village looked eerily quiet, and there was not a single person in the fields.
"I'm fast. I'll go take a look."
Before the words had finished ringing out, a white figure had already shot away.
Six Soul Rings-yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black-shone brilliantly around Xue Haicang. A pair of white wings spread behind him, and in