Last night's bloodshed hadn't affected the villagers' lives today; everything proceeded as usual, just with a dozen or so familiar faces now missing from the village.
The Sand mercenary group's reinforcements arrived at the town in the morning, apologizing to the villagers and strengthening their protection measures, but what use was that, when the dead could never return?
Lina sat on the fence surrounding the fields, her gaze fixed on the fertile land before her, filled with curiosity about the one-armed cripple working in the fields, Lu Hong.
As a young powerhouse who had reached the Third Transition, her perception couldn't be wrong, and the man before her, despite his disability, was a Second Transition professional.
"Weiwei, do you know how your brother got injured?" she asked.
Weiwei shook her head: "Uncle was brought back home by Grandpa two years ago, and he also lost his memory. Even he doesn't know how he got injured."
