Chapter 72

As night fell, descending like a heavy black curtain, wisps of dense fog quietly shrouded Xiuling Village. A flying beast spread its wings and soared high into the air from Xiuling Village, flying slowly away. The beating of its huge wings stirred up a gust of wind that rustled the grass and trees on the ground. Several hundred people in the village stood quietly holding torches. The leaping flames swayed in the night wind, casting a flickering, uneven light upon their faces. They stared together in the direction of the departed flying beast, their eyes filled with worry and grim resolve. Those scattered points of firelight were like stars of hope in the dark, yet they were enveloped in a heavy shroud of anxiety.