"To hell with it, stay together, what are you afraid of!"
In the early morning, the silence of the General Mountain was broken by Deputy Mo's curses.
Following Lu Xuan's instructions, only five hundred elite soldiers were brought this time, lightly equipped for the mission.
Midway on their journey, the Feng Shui Master stopped on a patch of damp grass at the mountainside, stomping the ground with his foot.
"Commander," the master turned to report, with a hint of disdain on his face, "The soil here is loose, with ominous Qi leaking out, and there are rushed burial marks of looters' tunnels along the way.
Looks like quite a few ignorant thieves have already visited here, likely angering the tomb owner inside and fleeing in panic, leaving their companions behind."
After saying this, he changed his tone and pointed towards the solitary dark red hill in the center of the valley.
