For no apparent reason, Xiao felt a wave of inexplicable agitation today. His chest felt heavy, and his heart pounded irregularly, as if some momentous event were about to unfold.
To ease this nameless anxiety, he picked up his spear and set off alone for the Guili Plains.
The reeds of Dihua Marsh still swayed in the wind. The land, once left desolate by the death of a god, was once again teeming with life. At this hour, traveling merchants had long since found shelter for the night, leaving only scattered, stray monsters drawn by the Karmic Debt weighing on Xiao, blindly rushing toward him.
Chapter 308