As Ling Yan and Mu Yuan approached, the villagers made guttural sounds in their throats, a threat, but also an attempt to embolden themselves.
However, their bodies couldn't help but obediently retreat.
Yuwen Xingyue saw Ling Yan dragging a bear-like, unconscious man behind him and was shocked.
That man was clearly a Beastkin, yet one he had never seen before, at least not in Mist Village.
The villagers beside him were still restless. Yuwen Xingyue sheathed his soft sword and once again began to play his white jade flute.
The scent of blood disappeared. Guided by the flute music, the villagers gradually calmed down. A look of confusion filled their eyes as they slowly turned around and walked back to their respective homes step by step.
By the time all the villagers had returned to their houses, the wind and rain gradually subsided. The clouds in the sky dispersed, and the western sun revealed a sliver of its head.
