In the darkness, Shen Bai listened to their conversation, and a scene materialized in his mind.
In the scene, a young woman in simple clothes carried a medicine box into the village, her face etched with worry as she prepared to treat the sick.
But what greeted her were the vile faces of the villagers.
The woman in simple clothes fell. One strapping man after another rose and fell upon her.
Covered in filth, the woman's face was a mask of despair, her eyes as lifeless as wood.
Then, the aged Village Chief Yang pulled up his trousers and waved. The villagers carried the woman to the Locust Tree, where they brutally dismembered her and hid her remains within its trunk.
The massive Locust Tree swayed its branches, absorbing the terrifying, resentful energy.
Shen Bai raised an eyebrow.
"The situation is clear now."
Without realizing it, he had subconsciously reached for the longsword at his waist.
