When Shi Lei confirmed that there were no longer any bandits left inside the Second Peak, he followed the rocky mountain path back to the stone house where the mortal slaves processed medicine.
These slaves still wore vacant gazes, every single one of them skin and bones, numbly using the wooden pestles in their hands to pound the plant residue inside the stone troughs. It seemed as though they would never stop this motion.
"Clack... clack... clack... clack..."
"Thud... thud... thud... thud..."
Chapter 32