Jingxin Pavilion,
On this day, Zhou Xun was enjoying tea and observing the scenery.
Suddenly, Song Yiqing gracefully appeared on the stone steps not far off.
"Husband, Uncle Erniu has sent a letter!"
Her voice was melodious, like the sound of a clear spring.
It had been nearly a year since Wang Erniu departed.
Due to the beast tide, most of Xui Country had fallen, and the once bustling trade caravans had become sparse.
Coupled with the beasts scattered across the land blocking roads, correspondence had become extremely difficult.
"We finally received a letter!"
Zhou Xun accepted the letter, opened it, and read.
Wang Erniu recounted his journey back to Red Leaf Square.
The trace of demon beasts was everywhere; the former human gathering places and cities were mostly destroyed, reduced to ruins!
The surviving humans were less than one in ten.
On the way, he slew over a hundred demon beasts.
All were Tier One demon beasts; no Tier Two was seen.
