'Huh? Why is this village so quiet?'
Shen Shiyin slowly rode a large, cyan horse with a hint of Demon Beast blood through the village, his gaze sweeping across the surroundings.
Revisiting an old haunt, he felt no nostalgia, only a sense of strangeness.
How to put it?
It was too quiet!
A village of nearly two thousand people,
but the roads were nearly empty.
Back when he was in charge,
Dawan Village was never exactly bustling, but at least it wasn't this desolate!
"Don't tell me our dear young master bit off more than he could chew?"
"Look at the white banners hanging in front of those houses. Someone in their families must have died recently."
"It was the Spirit Grain harvest not long ago. Perhaps they were attacked by Demon Beasts from the mountains, causing heavy casualties among the villagers. That would explain this predicament."
"Hmph! If you ask me, he deserves it!"
