Li Qian declined the hearty invitation from the Family Head of the Ming Family, switched to a fast horse, and left the West Dock Mine to return to the Divine Sword Sect.
All the way he rode without stopping, pressing on through the night.
In the dead of night, as he passed by a village, he saw many houses burning.
He remembered that when he passed through earlier, the adults were busy with work and the children were playing and frolicking... a serene, pastoral scene.
How could it have come to this in the blink of an eye?
"Was it horse thieves or bandits pillaging and slaughtering the village?"
Li Qian's brows slightly furrowed.
Although he had heard of such things, he had never seen them with his own eyes.
Horse thieves pillaging wealth may kill, but seldom do they slaughter so indiscriminately... To them, such villages are like crops to be harvested. Cut once, and in a few years' time, they can be reaped again.
He stopped outside the village for a long time.
