"What's the situation?"
Within Dawan Village,
in the open space before the village's main hall,
Shen Changchuan looked up at the sky, his gaze profound, and asked in a low voice.
Before him,
led by his grandfather, Han Qinhu, stood twenty to thirty able-bodied young men on either side.
Among them were Duan Xiaolei and Wang Tieniu, the two children who had recently become Cultivators.
Everyone's expression was grim.
From time to time, someone in the group would look up at the sky, their face filled with terror and apprehension.
And in the open space in the center of the crowd,
two bodies, covered by white cloths, had been brought in on simple stretchers.
"These two villagers were attacked while they were out gathering firewood for warmth."
"They didn't even have time to react before the beast took their lives."
"Fortunately, the village guard patrol discovered it in time, preventing the beast from causing even more damage."
