On the peaceful hills, not a soul was visible, not even a single bird could be seen. The view was wide open, grass growing abundantly, and not a tree in sight. White clouds leisurely drifted across the sky, while the high-hanging sun illuminated this hilly region with a touch of serenity and warmth, creating a scene of tranquility isolated from the world.
But Luo Zheng, leading the group forward, suddenly raised his hand, signaling to stop. He lifted his hands slightly to show he meant no harm, his tiger-like eyes narrowed, focusing on a mound ahead. The mound rose about three meters from the ground, the size of a house, seemingly quiet, but Luo Zheng sharply sensed the killing intent lurking behind it.
