Parker gently swept away the dust and picked up a scale from underneath; it was shield-shaped and reflected the metallic sheen in the firelight, heavy and somber to the touch. He carelessly tossed the scale aside, looked up, and saw speckles of red dots that extended to the end of the torchlight's reach.
He extinguished the torch and his short, stout body struggled a bit to lie flat on the ground; he sniffed the dust with his nose, and a dark red path emerged in the darkness, extending on both sides, countless dark red paths began to appear, resembling streams flowing into the sea.
Xiangzi, Fang Hong, and Tainaric finally caught up from behind. The teen with a flair for the dramatic took out a crystal from beneath his coat, which emitted a faint glow, casting light on his frowning face, and asked, "Why did you put out the torch?"
"Did you find something?" Fang Hong then asked.
