The attendant behind the young man smugly flattered, "Without a ruthless move, we can't take down that Wu Zhi! I've just received confirmation that Wu Zhi has already been infected by the plague and has collapsed. His wife is searching everywhere for medicine, but where in Yang Valley Pass could there be a pharmacy capable of that?"
The young man laughed heartily, "Excellent, if they can't save him, I, Ximen Qing, will. We must make a name for ourselves, and become the gods of this Yang Valley Pass!"
He flicked his whip backwards, his horse galloping swiftly as they headed into the city.
The streets within the city were desolate, with white cloth hanging on every door, and faint wails echoing from within.
This plague had struck down nearly ten thousand people in Yang Valley Pass.
Now, the Mass Burial Mound was covered with corpses.
All the pharmacies in the city had closed down, except for Rejuvenation Hall, which Ximen Qing had stationed here in advance.
