Huangfu Yi drank a bowl and felt that the well water indeed had a strange taste, somewhat mixed with a hint of rust. However, having been accustomed to eating various demon beast meats in the north, it wasn't particularly unpleasant.
But it was bound to be a troublesome day, and just because the Dragon-locking Well was fine didn't mean tonight would be peaceful. The Spiritual Martial Soldiers hadn't rested long when suddenly a pink cloud swept in from afar, traversing the sky, and in an eye blink, fell directly in front of the village. It spread wide, enveloping the entire village in an instant with a mysterious mist.
The soldiers, with keen eyes, recognized this as yet another trick. They immediately jumped up, drew their bows and set their arrows, formed a shielded phalanx with halberds, and arranged into a circular formation.
"Who goes there!"
