The group followed the river.
The gorge stream roared as Bai Mo, his interest piqued, leisurely parted flowers and searched through the grass.
The others, however, were in no mood to search for flowers.
They had traveled for several miles, yet they still hadn't managed to shake Qi Long and his men.
Occasionally, they would see them toss a body into the stream. The corpse would bob on the surface once or twice before the current swept it away, leaving no trace behind.
Qin Wen scanned the bushes ahead, then shifted his gaze to the opposite bank.
"What are they doing? Where did they find so many people to kill?"
By now, none of them dared to approach the riverbank, relying on the lush vegetation for cover as they moved.
The scar-faced man squinted, staring at the opposite bank for a moment.
"Judging by their clothes, they must be Dao Slaves."
He thought for a moment, then added pensively:
