The Dragon Slayer Association was thoroughly massacred. Back then, each of those people died with regret, and their families weren't that lucky. Although they weren't implicated, they were driven out of the county and exiled to this remote mountain village.
Here, there were only the old, the weak, and the disabled. And here, there were people from the Langya Pavilion stationed to maintain order. The elderly here had no concept of enjoying a peaceful retirement; they worked until death.
Every day, they had to do countless tasks for the Langya Pavilion. The old man just now was actually working. He was the village chief but still couldn't escape the toil.
"Young man, leave here as fast as you can. If those beasts find you, it might cause big trouble."
The old man finished speaking, stood up, and trembling, pulled the cart away to continue working.
Watching this scene, Su Xuan clenched his hands tightly and whispered under his breath.
