When Sang Luo returned to the former site of the Kordo Tribe, it had long since become a desolate ruin. All the houses and buildings had collapsed. If she hadn't found the resilient stone tablet under the old scholar tree at the village entrance, she might not have recognized the place at all.
Everyone was long gone.
Sang Luo lingered in the ruins for a long while. In the afternoon, she followed the direction the tribe's beastmen had fled and headed into another forest. Seeing it was getting late, she decided to find a nearby tribe to rest for the night.
The past few days had been a rare warm spell during the cold season. The snow on the dirt paths had melted into slush, and the ice on some of the smaller rivers had thawed as well.
Sang Luo walked to the riverbank and crouched down. She cupped a handful of the bone-chilling water and splashed it on her face, washing away the powder.
She tossed the wig, too. It was too stuffy.
"Luo… Luoluo… is that you?"
