CLIP-CLOP, CLIP-CLOP. The iron horseshoes struck the ground, producing a rhythmic, crisp sound. The carriage wheels slowly rolled over the hoofprints, followed by Gao Zhijian's broad footprints.
The group followed the carriage, continuing down the narrow path.
Everyone seemed lost in thought, and from time to time, someone would steal a glance at their leader, Li Huowang.
In their eyes, Li Huowang had been unequivocally dead. There were no flies, but they had checked him repeatedly; he was as dead as one could be.
Yet somehow, he had come back to life so suddenly. It was all too bizarre for words.
Of course, that wasn't the only strange thing. His body had also mysteriously moved from the grave mound to the open, he had babbled a few crazed words about the world going mad, and then he had collapsed again.
It had all happened so fast that none of them could process it.
