It was a dark and windy night.
In a burial ground, exposed coffins and even human remains could be seen everywhere.
Places like this were naturally steeped in macabre legends. Timid locals, those who believed themselves susceptible to evil spirits, wouldn't even dare approach. All the old-timers knew this place wasn't clean.
However, the people buried in this potters' field were mostly the destitute or executed convicts, so naturally, no one came to maintain it.
But tonight, two figures appeared under the moonlight.
If the nearby villagers saw them, they would surely be scared half to death.
"Ready to make our move?"
A middle-aged man in a conical hat spoke in a raspy voice.
It was none other than the Northern Plains Blood Saber, Liang Ziheng, the man Ling Province had been hunting. Standing before him was the lord of Ling Province's Soul-Chasing Tower: Jia.
