What was... that sound?
Mu Fan pushed off with both hands and leaped high into the air like an ape.
With a thud, a wave of dust burst outward.
Mu Fan landed on the cliff top with one hand braced against the ground.
In an instant, countless pits of varying sizes came into view. Some were surrounded by scorched black earth, while others resembled cave dwellings where people lived.
The cliff top was also packed with furnaces for smelting steel. The blazing red coals gave this land a distinct industrial atmosphere.
But that was not the important part...
The important part was that dozens of short, bronze-skinned figures three hundred meters ahead of Mu Fan turned around at the same time.
Their gazes met in that instant.
The faint sounds of mourning he had heard earlier vanished.
Dozens of bell-like eyes widened at once.
"Outsider!?"
Fear showed in their eyes, only to be replaced by hostility moments later!
Without exception, every one of them had a vicious gleam in their eyes.
The crowd parted, and Mu Fan saw the corpse at the center of the group...
A short man lay quietly on the ground, draped in half a sheet of smooth white metal. Several torches had been planted around him, as though they were conducting some grand rite to send off the dead.
Dozens of unfriendly gazes fell upon him, and the hairs on Mu Fan's back quietly rose.
These people carried themselves with far more weight than Salan.
There was not the slightest hint of friendliness.
"Kill this evil outsider!"
"Capture him alive! We need to know how he appeared here!"
"Hurry and report this to the Divine Envoy!"
A flurry of discussion broke out among the group.
The dozens of people who had been empty-handed somehow drew all